Such was the book from whose pages she sang.

By Phœbus, here's a moſt neate fine ſtreete; is't not? I proteſt to thee, I am enamord of this ſtreete now, more then of halfe the ſtreetes of Rome, againe; tis ſo polite, and terſe; …

For most of its journey it is made up to about fourteen cars, of which a large proportion provide the better type of sleeping accommodation (bedrooms, roomettes, etc.).

I ha' just finished triculating on her up like. She'll dew now.