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(con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 200: The place was full of them, each with a little rag-and-bone. [Ibid.] 253: ‘What’s his taste in rags-and-bones?’ ‘Indifferent. He used to be rather naive. His idea of finesse was to bow politely when he met a lady.’. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 184: You’re advocating a doctrine that would be construed as highly immoral in blue-stocking districts. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 167: Carol came into the club one day with the reddest nose [...] ‘Why the flaming bowsprit?’ I inquired. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 202: Then for the first time in his life he addressed me in slang. ‘I gotta—I gotta begger off,’ he stammered. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 250: The way she’s carrying on with Jerry is a disgrace [...] Jerry is nobody for a girl to play with. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 2: Having had his faith in womankind so completely shattered by his corn-fed Cleopatra, he kept close check on his affections. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 164: I overheard a couple of girls at the club planning to shake him down. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 133: You just struck a lucky time to sling your ink and found a soft-minded editor to buy your drool. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 160: There was a new hostess in there that looked as good as a cashier’s check. I sure brought in a gusher. You’d swear butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, yet she’s as tough as a mule steak. But she’s a straight shooter. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 200: We went to a little hole in the wall over in the Rue Caumartin where they had the finest food in the world. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 253: Does he drink? Does he! [...] He’s got a hollow leg. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 158: You can spend the afternoon and evening with one of these hose wagons, and she’ll never ask you your name [...] and why you’re in town alone. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 133: You just struck a lucky time to sling your ink and found a soft-minded editor to buy your drool. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 176: There was no place a jaybird could make a safe landing. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 49: Has one of them been drinking up all your squadron’s likker? (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 158: These Manhattan nymphs insult you while running up your dinner check. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 158: In fifteen minutes a Folies Begère pirate would be crying on your shoulder [...] Meanwhile she’d go through your pockets. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 48: He had apparently been well crashed [...] He was a pukka write-off. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 290: ‘No sheep dip for me.’ ‘Never fear! [...] the likker is good enough to spill on your shoes.’. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 248: Go soap your ear! (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 18: I can make a drink that will open the lips of the Sphinx [...] If I don’t out that squarehead under the table and make him spill his brains, just leave me on the beach. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 247: ‘What brings you East?’ I inquired. ‘Oh, a stem-winding débutaunte,’ he confessed. ‘She’s been causing fever all over town.’. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 18: I can make a drink that will open the lips of the Sphinx [...] And if I don’t put that squarehead under the table [...] just leave me on the beach. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 300: I was dancing with a very pretty little tot. (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 54: What about that big wad of pretty wallpaper I saw you flash? (con. 1918) Rise and Fall of Carol Banks 161: I won’t take any wooden nickels. Not Uncle Bruce. I don’t reach out unless I see a brass ring.