Cozzens, largely forgotten these days, was a 20th-century realist writer in the mode of Theodore Dreiser.
Mr. Cozzens studied their manners and customs, and endeavored to learn something of the history of this singular race.
Through the courtesy of Mr. Cozzens we and others were soon skimming its surface in an airy little pleasure boat.
Somebody was running it last night, and was seen down by Cozzens's gate.
The Butler reappears, is called to the door-bell and ushers in Barnes as “Mr. Cozzens.”
Boswell had stopped at the Cozzens house for the night, and Kelly had gone to bed.
