It was the first time I had ever been away from home, though I was nearly thirty; and all my pent-up youth rushed out of me at once.

It was a harum-scarum fellow, mad with the joy of life, that made love to her; not the man who went out, nor the man who came back.

It was at San Francisco that I met her.

She was touring the Western States; and I let everything go to the wind and followed her.

It seemed to me that Heaven had opened up to me.