Oscar Wilde

lifted up the sword with the other

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

He could smell opium and he smiled with pleasure

Horribly tedious parties they give, don’t they? lady basildon . Horribly tedious

and such as I am, have hardly any right to air and

Nor do I in any way approve of the modern sympathy with invalids

Accordingly, just as the dawn was touching the hills with silver