It had become what Peter Ackroyd calls, in London: The Biography, 'a mere counting house'. The biggest counting house in the world, mind you.

George and Harriet went to the stadium to see the ball game.

Ku had wondered whether Park's northern accent would give him away, but he decided it would have to do. Luckily Continental employed plenty of drivers from Shan-tung.

Of all the queer collections of humans outside of a crazy asylum, it seemed to me this sanitarium was the cup winner. But, after all, I shouldn't have expected nothing different. When you're well enough off so's you don't have to fret about anything but your heft or your diseases you begin to get queer, I suppose.