[…] the choicest of his friends, Such as would blush to talk such serious follies, Or back such bellied commendations […]

When we got to Sullivan Street Mrs. Ricci was waiting in front with a glare in her eye that made me decide not to stop for any amenities.

I had this gig as a file clerk but it wasn’t my style so I left.

The novel was frontispieced with a portrait of the author.