Over by the shimmering casement, the youth and the girl crept nearer to each other. Softly he drew her to him until her face was close to his. The night was dead. Down old Broadway, over the Bowling Green, the Easter dawn tiptoed into the silent city.
Transcriber's Note:
All apparent printer's errors retained.
Some page numbers are not included (specifically pages 2, 36, 84, and 116). These were blank pages in the book and have not been included here.