We were much disheartened when we arrived and found ourselves in the middle of a lamenting, seatless, lodgingless horde of English and American trippers […]

The progress that we made through the terraceous compost was necessarily slow, and every step forward was made with the greatest difficulty, nothing but persevering labour carrying our boat gradually through it.

I judge a man’s character by the cut of his suit.

[…] his wandering restless glance lingered over-long even on his girl cousin, so that his pretty sharp-voiced wife recalled him with a little sneer she slipped sidewise into something else she said.