His stomach was upset, so he didn't want to move.

I won't say who I'm going to the prom with; that's classified.

He glanced continually at the diamond-panes of the casement, gleaming dimly in the firelight, and cocked his ear toward the door, as if half expecting to hear the pad of furtive feet in the corridor without.

The Scab, the Stench, and the Burning are terrible pestilential Symptoms,