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Page 258 - ... courts of Sumeria; the Paphian with painted feet loitering on the roofs of Memphis while the blocks of red sandstone floated sluggishly down the Nile for the pyramid of Khufu the King; she was the flushed voluptuousness relaxed in the scented spray of pagan baths; the woman with piled and white-powdered hair in a gold shift of Louis XIV; the prostitute with a pinched waist and great flowered sleeves of the Maison Doree. She was as old as the first vice, as the first lust budding like a black...
Page 258 - ... scarlet. She was the naked idler stained with antimony in the clay courts of Sumeria; the Paphian with painted feet loitering on the roofs of Memphis while the blocks of red sandstone floated sluggishly down the Nile for the pyramid of Khufu the King; she was the flushed voluptuousness relaxed in the scented spray of pagan baths; the woman with white-piled and powdered hair in a gold shift of Louis XIV; the prostitute with a pinched waist and great flowing sleeves of the Maison Doree. She was...
Page 151 - That cloth you picked out," he announced importantly, "is one of the best the Chicago Sartorial Company put out. Cut ample, with sleeves lined in silkaleen it'll stand you thirty-eight dollars. ..." "She'll do, ' ' Gordon told him, ' ' with the silk and the braid edge.
Page 87 - The seeds of revolt, of instability, which Clare and a measure of worldly position, of pressure, had held in abeyance, germinated in his disorganized mind, his bitter sense of " injustice and injury. He hardened, grew defiant . . . the strain of lawlessness brought so many years before from warring Scotch highlands rose bright and troublesome in him.
Page 114 - The barrier against which he still fished was mauve, the water black; the moon appeared buoyantly, like a rosy bubble blown upon a curtain of old blue velvet.
Page 246 - I'll tell him I'ma poor schoolteacher from the South who came to New York to meet a man who promised to marry me, but who had not kept his word. I'll tell him that I'm good — I can, you know; no man has ever fooled anything out of me — and that I bought wine to get the courage to kill myself.
Page 323 - She shore is!" answered T. . . . Mulford, Bar 20, 95. "... I gather from your refusal to continue the partnership that you do not intend to execute singly the original plan; is it possible that you will not hold the options against the coming of transportation!" "You've got her," Gordon declared. Hergesheimer, MB, 226. 166. The bill /about buying your Briscoe's picture of a steer roping scene/ passed without an opposing vote. To-morrow it would be taken up by the House . . . B., G., and P. provided...
Page 257 - ... men. Meta Beggs was the mask, smooth and sterile, of the hunger for adornment, for gold bands and jewels and perfume, for goffered linen and draperies of silk and scarlet. She was the naked idler stained with antimony in the clay courts of Sumeria; the Paphian with painted feet loitering on the...
Page 194 - I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to pay for it. Almost everybody wants the same thing — plenty and pleasure, but they're afraid of the price; they are afraid of it alive and when they will be *dead. Women set such a store on what they call their virtue, and men tend so much to the opinion of others, that they don't get anywhere.
Page 260 - I don't choose to be," Meta Beggs retorted. "I hate it, but I had to live. If you hadn't had all that money to keep you soft, yes, and get you a husband, you would have had to fight and do, too. You might have been teaching a roomful of little sneaks, and sick to death of it before ever you began . . . or you might be on the street — better girls have than you.