There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

The future was with Fate. The present was our own.~ The Poison Belt

Now is the dramatic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life, and you know not whether for good or ill.

The big blank spaces in the map are all being filled in, and there's no room for romance anywhere.

She leaned back, closing her eyes and blowing out a thin wisp of smoke. __e was always a good-looking man. Your eyes are from him, the same blue, but you are slimmer of build and have your grandmother__ exotic face rather than his rounder, friendly one. He was a bit of a bounder, as men of his looks are apt to be.__ grinned at this, adding to my mental picture.__e married as often as_ she blinked, laughed, __ell, as often as I did, I suppose, though my reasons were infinitely better.