[T]he inmates of the coach, by numerous hard, painful joltings, and ponderous, dragging trundlings, are suddenly made sensible of some great change in the character of the road.

“You son of a bitch,” she exploded. “You talk. You, of all people. You. That’s priceless.”

the ileocolic, mitral, and semilunar valves

I'm a settin' on Mr. and Mrs. Eaggles's sofy, which they bought with honest money, and very dear it cost 'em, too.