The plain around was interspersed with cemeteries, Turk, Greek, and Armenian, with their growth of cypress trees...

'I will leave you to yourselves, gentlemen,' said the provost, rising; 'when you have done with your crack, you will find me at my wife's tea-table.' ¶ 'And a more accomplished old woman never drank catlap,' said Maxwell, as he shut the door […]

but i'll tell ya why this LOR business is so dumbbutt.

Like shuttles through the loom, so swiftly glide My feather'd hours, and all my hopes deride!.