Briefly, this story tells of the adventures of a commercial traveler afflicted with stampomania. This amiable and garrulous gentleman falls in with a druggist somewhere in the states and at each recurring trip manages to entangle himself and the weak knight of the pestle in the enchanting and entrancing mysteries of philately […]

[…]they also are blessedly free of the uptight, sunnily upbeat, politically correct tone that has crept into more recent incarnations.

[O]nely ſinne And helliſh obſtinacie tye thy tongue That truth ſhould be ſuſpected, ſpeake, iſ't ſo? If it be ſo, you haue wound a goodly clewe: If it be not, forſweare't how ere I charge thee, As heauen ſhall work in me for thine auaile To tell me truelie.

Its brown curtain was only half drawn, disclosing the elegant legs, clad in transparent black, of a female seated inside.