Presently Monsieur Margot made his appearance. Though very much surprised at seeing me, he did not appear the least jealous of my attentions to his inamorata.

Now and then he slipped down into the hold and looked at his watch, which he had shut up in a large, red-painted sea-chest.

Nammers? She'd told him before of some Vietnamese gang pressuring her to stroll for them. / Don't even ask. You don't want to know.

Old Rip Van Winkle's long sleep record, which, according to [Washington] Irving’s story of the famous legendary character of the Hudson Valley, was 20 years, is excelled by each of us who lives to a fairly ripe old age. Thus truth is again stranger than fiction, says Dr. Donald A. Laird, of Colgate university, for by the time we are 60 years old we have spent 20 years or one-third of our lives in the arms of Morpheus.