"You need not to brag, Maitre Denys; I saw you under the tree, the color of your shirt."
"Let us distinguish," said Denys coloring; "it is permitted to tremble for a friend."
Gerard, for answer, flung his arm around Denys's neck in silence.
—Charles Reade.
From "The Cloister and the Hearth."
The Secret of the Jade Tlaloc
"If only this paper on jade were finished!" sighed tall, dignified, blond Dolores. "These notes sound so interesting. 'Jade implements,'" she read, "'found in Mexico—source of mineral not yet discovered—theory that implements are relics of Eastern invasion disproved—jade said to exist in America,' My! I do think jade is the most delightful subject for investigation."
"Um-m!" Elsa, who, like her Spanish mother, was small, quick, dark, and adventure-loving, did not consider jade a particularly fascinating topic for study. "Now if—we—a—we—a——" she ruminated.
"If we—a——?" Dolores's sentences were always clearly thought out before she spoke them.