Kate Lee Ferguson,
Cliquot: A Racing Story of Ideal Beauty
“ Men seldom do that; only women drop down on their knees and pour out their hearts that way, rising sometimes to say it is all for the best.Emory at last rose from his chair and left his room. It was almost midnight, and the streets were deserted when he reached the City Park. A few steps brought him to a seat under a tree, near which a fountain splashed, a place where he had often sat alone.“I’ll do as the fellow does in the novels—cool my fevered brow,” he thought, and laughed a little, as he took off his hat, caught some water in the hollow of his hand and wet his forehead. ”
