It was flood-tide along Fifth Avenue; motor, brougham, and victoria swept by on the glittering current; pretty women glanced out from limousine and tonneau; young men of his own type, silk-hatted, frock-coated, the crooks of their walking sticks tucked up under their left arms, passed on the Park side.

Who did not know that office Jaun of pale Pomona green, / With its drab and yellow lining, and picked out black between, / Which down the Esplanade did go at the ninth hour of the day […]

She figured her bow had only a forty-pound draw weight, but it was enough.

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