Ye […] are made nigh by the blood of Christ.

[…]his lordship was out of humour. That was the way Chollacombe described as knaggy an old gager as ever Charles had had the ill-fortune to serve. Stiff-rumped, that's what he was, always rubbing the rust, or riding grub, like he had been for months past.

I am at present engaged in preparing a vest-pocket edition of the philosophical works of Schopenhauer in words of one syllable.

Three years sufficed for the conquest of the country.