Word: brightnesses
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Meantime in the gay French metropolis fierce gendarmes with black, twirled mustachios and bright clanking swords, sat meekly, puzzled, over little books of English Made Easy. "Ah, how fine it would be to tell a U. S. legionnaire, who had enquired, 'Ou est Place Pigalle?' 'Straight ahead, buddy...
...them their ladies, gay in scarlet and gold, green and white. The squat structures were nearly saturated with rich men, sportsmen, society men and their ladies, when out on the magic carpet the witch- ery which had drawn them from across the world began. Polo ponies, 115, led by bright-turbaned Indians and blue bloused U. S. grooms, wound slowly around the field...
...Harbor, a picture town of white houses and green lawns, fountains and a cold blue surf, stands smoothly against the ocean. Here fashionable people drift across bright water in sailboats or across wide polished roads in automobiles. Across Salisbury Cove other fashionable people have their docks for swimming, in Winter Harbor. Along the coast is the polite and spectacular beauty of Mount Desert. Sorrento lies near the three, a village in which there are a few big country places and several inns, where people, rich and respectable rather than smart, stay for a few weeks or a month...
Thousands of old women stumble along roads and streets, talking to themselves, gesturing vaguely with sad, skinny hands. People who see them wonder what tiny, bright pictures of the past are in their minds, what futile furious memories make their hungry hands so restless. Last week, near Toms River, N. J., someone found Cora Carpenter, a tired crone, wandering in a forest, talking to herself in a low, serious voice...
...turned into a spiritual succubus, slowly extracting from her lovers their health and sanity and a psychic poison which she hopes to distill to a potency that will humble Richard Pride. Their daughter, Janet, flowers like a enamel blossom. Wilfred Hough is the bloodless wraith of what was a bright young secretary a few years ago, before Miriam used him. A young voodoo Negress moves through the house, darkness serving darkness in silence, and with a small drum. Finally, there is the narrator, Oscar Fitzalan, a youth engaged to furnish musical accom- paniments for Richard Pride's mysteries...