What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
O. HenryShe had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed--necessary but scarcely noticed.
O. HenryIn dress, habits, manners, provincialism, routine and narrowness, he acquired that charming insolence, that irritating completeness, that sophisticated crassness, that overbalanced poise that makes the Manhattan gentleman so delightfully small in its greatness.
O. Henry