Word: things
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Roach Straton himself. True, Roach Straton had trained this supple shoot (Hillyer Hawthorne Straton) with his own unswerving hand; had taught him righteousness with his own fierce tongue-the hand and tongue that have repeatedly been brandished to denounce modern young womanhood ("The high society girl is the lowest thing on earth!"); that have scoured Berlin, Paris and London for loathsome pictures of vice to buttress the faith of Americanos ("I saw there what I never saw here-girls actually taking out their lipsticks in public. They used so much paint on their lips that they soaked it off with...
...real fist into his sagging jaw and teach him respect for a man even if he prefer to keep his face clean. . . . This is not publicity. He overstepped all bounds of decency and right thinking. I will go back to Chicago and give him what he deserves. Only one thing can prevent it-he may be feeble, or old, or too young. . . ." Once more the head was bent. "I am waiting," said Mr. Valentino...
...What we gwine to play, Monk?" he said to his brother. The passing of the thing in the glass carriage had left him with a sense of liberty that made him swing his arm and adorn his preliminary question with rhetoric. "Whata we-all gwina play, Monke-ee-Monk-eee-Monk...
Nothing could have hindered Hero de Beaujolais' success, save the one thing that did, a woman. Mary Vanbrugh, U. S. A., came under his protection during a minor massacre that occurred just at a moment when he was supposed to keep alive himself at all costs. She refused to understand why Duty compelled him to leave the disturbed town, sacrifice his men and sneak down through the desert to see some powerful sheiks. He had to take her along. He fell in love with her. And then of course, when it was a question between her honor...
...another ... as I wheeled about, I laid one black throat open to see the bone and sent my point through another filthy ragged jellabia in the region of its owner's fifth rib . . . from among seven bodies, some yet twitching in a pool of blood, a spouting Thing dragged itself by its fingers and toes towards the stairs...