She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.

She felt so much aware of her own beauty it seemed inconceivable that everybody else wouldn't notice the difference too.

Don't go looking for boys in the dark They will say pretty things then leave you with scars. Do go looking for boys in the park For that is where the true gentlemen are.

She was a vision in a white gown her dark hair forming a hazy halo around her rosy heart-shaped face. Her long lashes fluttered to touch her cheeks and then her eyes opened fully in his direction. Her small round mouth flexed in an immediate and knowing smile. That's the girl I'm going to marry Henry thought.

There was no pleasure like being envied on a mass scale.

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

She considered herself unconventional.