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...seat beside him, Bill runs into a bicyclist, and police give chase. When the police car draws alongside, Bill swerves his car into it, wrecks his own to boot. Jane is hurt, the police unconscious, Bill kills the car owner (so the police will blame him for hitting the cyclist), carries Jane, her face so disfigured that she is safe from recognition, to a hospital...
...most remarkable cyclist yet seen was a girl wearing a platinum fox short jacket, a huge washtub felt hat and accordion-pleated skirt, who somehow managed to make the bicycle look part of the ensemble. But shopgirls in printed frocks, bright sweaters, and the tricolor in their hair, as well as elegant women, make the G.I.s realize how much they have been missing in unimaginatively dressed Britain and the damp fields of Normandy...
...Bermuda, in the sunny days before the war, a motorcar was a monstrosity. The soothing clop-clop of patient horses on the bright, white coral roads and the occasional cling of a cyclist's bell took the place of whining tires and peremptory blares. Black coachmen were unfailingly polite and the tranquil roads were a pleasure to walk. Five years ago a Governor General resigned in a huff because the Colonial Assembly would not let him have a car for personal use. Exceptions to the rigid ban: fire engines, ambulances, garbage trucks...
...dizzily as one of his own comedies if it were not, in essence, so intensely bitter. On his first day at school in Chicago, Preston rode a bicycle and wore a Greek chiton. The bicycle was his stepfather's influence-Solomon Sturges, stockbroker and socialite, was a champion cyclist and a good amateur baseball player. The Attic haberdashery was his mother's idea. Mary Dempsey, who changed her name to Beatricci D'Este and finally settled for Mary Desti, was the bosom friend of Isadora Duncan...
...parasols, gaudy blazers, tinkling tea cups, squeaking gramophones. On the other side, coaches, undergraduates, townsfolk and dogs flocked along the towpath -some on bicycle, some afoot - keeping abreast of their favorite boat. Coaches shouted through megaphones; others yelled, rattled rattles, tooted horns, fired blank cartridges. Many a cyclist in his heedless excitement pedaled over the towpath into the river...