"You may register me as Allan Dorris," he said at last, getting up from his chair, and looking confused, "from Nowhere-in-Particular.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe
From time to time, as the light increases, he steps to the window and looks out; and when walking away, after a long look at Davy's Bend through the morning mist, he mutters:- "Allan Dorris, if you are from Nowhere-in-Particular, you are at home again."
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe
This looked home-like and attractive, as there were vines over it and flowers about the door; and here Allan Dorris found himself lingering from day to day, for he seemed to crave companionship, though he was ashamed to own it and go out and seek it.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe