"In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places. - O. Henry

She started to try to cover the sad marks of what she had done. Love and large-hearted giving, when added together, can leave deep marks. It is never easy to cover these marks, dear friends — never easy.

She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).

The gray ghost that sometimes peeps through the rings of smoke is that of slain old King Convention. Freedom is the tyrant that holds them in slavery.