The bullet missed its target and lodged in the bark of a tree.

“Hey, you ain't a backgammon player, are you?” Mr. Temple drew a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Guy. “Imply once more that I am of that breed who prefer amors with their own sex and I shall blow your head off,” he said levelly.

The Emperor decreed [to the ministers in the grand council]: "According to a memorial from Yü-ch'i,⁴²⁷ after he received Our edict, he ordered a search to discover whether the Mohammedans of Andijan who had returned to A-k'o-su from I-li, had brought Russian goods (furs) with them. What he has done is wrong.

Why is all this shame loundered on my head?