She seemed to herself more like a ghost alone with Gard, who was another ghost.
His sadness increased in proportion as he approached the Pont du Gard.
It was at first so bothersome that Gard contemplated leaving the neighborhood.
When she had spoken, she turned her back on Gard and the sunset, and wandered off up the cliffs.
Because Gard had seen the customs broker he was assigned to the capture of the fugitive.
Count Bartahlinsky's yacht was alongside, and Gard was on deck.
Gard thought he saw some of his own philosophies in caricature.
Gard was about to say something, but Count Gustav stopped him peremptorily.
Helen looked puzzled, felt that the parable was too mixed to mean anything now, and suspected Gard of mixing it frivolously.
Gard pulled the blue cushion from the box and tossed it across the room.