Your choad veins are pulsing love songs

Horse, who was always talking about facts, said, “Man, that can't be scum, ’cause scum is white.”

“The snow was lying thick on the ground the next morning, as Herbert told me on his awakening; then, out of bed he sprang to the fireplace, that he might look in his stocking, which he, as well as his cousins, had placed there the previous evening, that Saint Claus might jump down the chimney in the night, to fill them with the good things he carries about.

But his general aspect and manner were so suggestive of an education and career incongruous with his naval function that when not actively engaged in it he looked like a man of high quality, social and moral, who for reasons of his own was keeping incog.