Slowly but surely it darkened my mood.

After all, this was a little, little place; the people who lived here--I shrugged my shoulders.

France, power, pleasure, life, everything worth winning, worth having, lay yonder in the great city.

A boy might wreck himself here for a fancy; a man of the world, never.

When I entered the room, where the two ladies stood waiting for me by the table, I was nearly my old self again.