I heard Aunt Dollie's loud, stylish voice asking what on earth was the matter. Nobody answered, but that was usual with Aunt Dollie. She talked all the time and, like the music at a movie, you got so you noticed her only when she wasn't talking.
(from The Indigo Necklace, by Frances Crane)
"I suppose that was Uncle George, peeping out of their sitting-room window. I was only looking up at the ironwork, but goodness only knows what he will think. I wish he wouldn't pry so."
"Time on his hands, maybe."
"Darling!" I said, indignantly. I refuse to be noble about people who snoop. Uncle George snoops. You can call it insomnia or you can blame it on his heart, but I say Uncle George snoops."
(from The Indigo Necklace, by Frances Crane)
Maybe it was a ghost. A ghost is not terrifying the morning after, specially when it is only an idea of a ghost. A house a hundred and forty years old, and aristocratic in its conception and its occupancy rated a ghost.
(from The Indigo Necklace, by Frances Crane)
"Her skin was a glossy blue-black, a fine healthy looking prune color."
A description of Victorine Delacroix, the nurse from Martinique who is a character in The Indigo Necklace by Frances Crane.
A fool tries to look different; a clever man looks the same and is different.
(from The 39 Steps, by John Buchan)
