If he could squeeze Antoinette's hand slyly at Ford's or the Academy when a "dark scene" was on, and get a sweet answering pressure; if he engineered his arm about her undisturbed when he took her driving on Druid Hill's unlighted roads of a summer night; if he hazarded an occasional kiss on her warm, cherry-red lips as they lingered in the parting on the front steps of her harlem-avenue home-he was as pleased as any admiring lover could well be.
"The Mermaid of Druid Lake and Other Stories"
Charles Weathers Bump
Presently her window was blocked by an expanse of sooty wall, and the train passed into the harlem tunnel.
"The Greater Inclination"
Edith Wharton
I cared not at all for society and they had moved to harlem; so I lost two stars of my studio receptions.
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker