the marshy nature of the ground
We merely waited to rouse good Mrs. Vesey from the place which she still occupied at the deserted luncheon-table, before we entered the open carriage for our promised drive.
The fabric wicks perspiration away from the body.
He's in a dwale, a dead sleep; a common expression in the North of England.
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