I tried to be a friend to Jane but we never really made friends. She was never a friend to me.

The door was opened by a little old lady.

The villain of a pedlar saw his discourse was attentively heard, and flattered himself with the hopes of a supper and night's lodging; he was not deceived, for the parson was so well pleased with his conversation, that he insisted on his staying and partaking of batchelor's fare, bread and cheese, and mild ale; the latter he supplied his guest with so immoderately that he was obliged to convey him to his apartment.

I would not be caught dead in such a skimpy dress.