1
The little bookseller's eye strayed down the temple to the secret price mark.
2
Nowhere could he see a sign of the little bookseller.
3
Aubrey, leaning over him, noticed that the little bookseller's naked pate was ringed with crystal beads.
4
The little bookseller's bald pate shone in the light of the bulb hanging over the wrapping table.
5
The little bookseller was standing up now, and his visitor watched him with mingled amusement and alarm.
6
It may be added here, that the Petrarchs remained on the shelf, and that years afterwards the round-faced little bookseller redeemed his promise with pride.
7
"You will find his Excellency," said the servant, with a reproachful emphasis upon the title, "at the little bookseller's in the Piazza."