Catherine unsnibbed the [toilet] door and came out. She smiled bravely and went to wash her hands.

Thus he goes on, from morn till eve, from season to season, year in and year out, semingly impervious to the weather, being altogether too kipper and grievous to be taken with anything worse than a ' snivelly cold . '

[…] both are alike the good creatures of the same Maker, and both of them may prove equally costly to us in their wilful mispense.

It was only a joke. We were only mucking about.