forty-two-five

Updated: June 5, 2025

Sylvia, lying in the hot sand on the tiny crescent beach under the cliffs, listened gravely to Siward's figures, as, note-book in hand, he went over the real-estate problem, commenting thoughtfully as he discussed the houses offered. "Twenty by a hundred and two; good rear, north side of the street next door to the Tommy Barclays, you know, Sylvia; only they're asking forty-two-five."

Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers - The Fighting Chance