I skimmed the newspaper over breakfast.

I then placed it [a wood frog (Lithobates sylvaticus)] in an open window on a whitish bottom, and the next day it was light brown. At 2 p.m., August 24th, I put it on a jet-black shelf, with black surroundings. Forty-five minutes later it was very dark, nearly mummy brown[…], but darker.

He swam the Esk river where ford there was none.

The bookseller, douce man, had seen too many eccentric customers to be shocked by the vehemence of his questioner.