Bosley started at his voice, stifled a yelp, and turned to face Westermont. “Ah, Westermont , old boy.” He removed his top hat and bowed deeply, his coat tails stirring in a slight breeze that seemed to serve no other purpose than to provide me with an opportunity to needlessly desc...
There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the costume ...