The glamour of the sawdust world, the cheers of the crowd, the smell of hot dogs and cotton candy, the blare and tootle of the midway—he envied the gypsy family, here today and gone tomorrow.

HAVGHTY. Is this the silent woman? CENTAVRE. Nay, shee has found her tongue since shee was married, master TRVE-WIT sayes.

Critics have suggested that Wharton's historical context inhibited her from creating the Künstlerromans that characterize most writers' beginning efforts.

Where the laughing-gull scoots by the slappy shore and laughs her near-human laugh