Nor was it that the figs were moist and pulpy, or that the French plums blushed in modest tartness from their highly-decorated boxes,[…]: but the customers were all so hurried and so eager in the hopeful promise of the day, that they tumbled up against each other at the door, […]

The exhaustless conjecturings of that evening's full conversation, made such of the small party, as had hitherto been strangers, well acquainted with each other's turn of mind[…]

Terry's fist lashed out, but Simpson, anticipating the blow, stepped quickly to one side. Another followed, however, and caught the older man fairly on the chin, sent him reeling back. He stood swaying unsteadily, a little smile on his lips.

. If we look beyond the chaos of each moment, we cannot help seeing that we are but one glorious thread in the cloth of life.