[The room] was adorned with a great number of nicknacks and curiosities, which might have engaged the attention of a virtuoso.
Have you heard? / It's in the stars / Next July we collide with Mars / Well, did you evah? / What a swell party, a swell party / A swelligant, elegant party this is!
She smiled like one who might have been A daughter of the Fairy Queen ; And all the people who beheld The Vision pass, were overspelled, And, looking in her wondrous eyes, Straight dreamed themselves in Paradise.
Bothered by the conviction of making no impression on her, he pulled up at a strip of road shaded by tall spotted gums, blackbutt, and honeysuckle, and produced a packet of cigarettes. About time for a smoke-O, he said, "Have a fag, Cora.'
