A story with a moral appended is like the bill of a mosquito. It bores you, and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience.
O. HenryShe had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed--necessary but scarcely noticed.
O. HenryThere is one day that is ours. There is one day when all we Americans who are not self-made go back to the old home to eat saleratus biscuits and marvel how much nearer to the porch the old pump looks than it used to. Thanksgiving Day is the one day that is purely American.
O. HenryShe plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
O. Henry