I may justly require you to produce that argument; nor have you any pretence to refuse so equitable a demand.

Little disappointed, then, she turned attention to Chat of the Social World, gossip which exercised potent fascination upon the girl's intelligence. She devoured with more avidity than she had her food those pretentiously phrased chronicles of the snobocracy […] distilling therefrom an acid envy that robbed her napoleon of all its savour.

The flowers of Rubens are gross and rude […]

Behind this lay the recognition that Italy could only afford 'an exiguous number' of the supercolossi that Japan and America were proposing to build[.]