Harold MacGrath

“ From a brick house in another quarter of the town, a quarter which had fallen under the edict of mobile fashion along about war-time, a man stepped forth noiselessly and disappeared into the night, became a shadow among shadows. ”

“ Any woman in such sables (even if she had just lost her husband) ought to be supremely happy. The rule which measures happiness is available alike to the field-mouse and the elephant: it's all in the angle of vision.
That the girl in the sables was unhappy was quite apparent. It was not a petulant sadness, as in having had her will crossed, as in having stumbled over some temporary disappointment. Her face reflected a deep sorrow from within; of a kind for which money at her age is no balm. Great peace and great sorrow have the same brushes in limning in a face ”

“ Sables! she thought Not Manchurian, but the genuine North-Russian. She was a clerk in an up-town furrier's and knew her business. Off-hand she measured the length and breadth of the cloak; not a penny under seven thousand. And riding in the subway when she ought to be in a limousine, with chauffeur and footman! Swells were funny folk; they were always doing things like every-day people. And the muff wouldn't have left more than the price of a theater ticket out of a thousand. And what's more, she knew how to wear them. She wasn't any of those actresses. Catch them riding in the subway! ”