[T. E.] Lawrence said that in the end he felt himself to be fighting not for the imperial British but for the rebellious Arabs. All too often he conflicted with British bureaucratic fustiness.

In the baldrick which crossed over his right shoulder hung a long straight sword, which with a miséricorde or short dagger, carried in his belt, furnished him—for he knew how to use them—with very fair means of defence.

She lived her final year in complete isolation, not wanting to see anybody.

The exertion necessary to soothe and subdue Lucy's passionate sorrow was the best composer to Francesca's own agitation.