There Are Women Who Are For All

Money's A Horrid Thing To Follow, But A Charming Thing To Meet.

The Story Had Held Us, Round The Fire, Sufficiently Breathless, But Except The Obvious Remark That It Was Gruesome, As, On Christmas Eve In An Old House, A Strange Tale Should Essentially Be . . .

I Recall My Fleeting Instants In Savannah As The Taste Of A Cup Charged To The Brim.

She Is Written In A Foreign Tongue.

Life Is A Predicament Which Precedes Death.