← He had looked from his book to me, and I looked back over my shoulder with a vague sense that I ought to have recognized him. 🔊
← And my sense of discomfort in his presence was intensified by the scarlet waistcoat which tightly, and so unseasonably in June, sheathed his ample chest. 🔊
← And for years I did not set foot even in Soho Square, because on that same night it was there that I paced and loitered, long and long, with some such dull sense of hope as a man has in not straying far from the place where he has lost something. 🔊