He’s eating an apple. / Don’t disturb me now; can't you see that I’m eating?

From a little hand-bag he extracted his automatic pistol, which he put upon the mantelpiece.

Mew, Spiknel, wild Dill, an Herb with a Stalk and Leaves like Anis: It is good to expel Wind, and to force Urine; as alſo for Mother-fits, Gripes, &c.

[…] a few shreds of purple bloom on a brown, crisping tuft of self-heal