He went on, passing in front of the cafes with a carefree swaggering air, and guessing at a glance from their dress and expression how much money each customer probably had on him. Anger against these men qui- etly sitting there rose up within him. If their pockets were rummaged, gold...
The young man, having kissed the child, seated her by his side, and with a serious air questioned her as to what she had done since they last met. She replied in a flute-like voice and with the manner of a woman. The clock struck three; the journalist rose. “Come often,” said ...