Rinaldo . . . is represented as a gluttonous feeder, and rather disposed to quarrel over his meat; liking also to ‘wet his beak’ in generous liquor.

It was not the polished serenity of fashionable kursaals, the impassive languor of aristocratic gaming-tables, the self-destruction taken with a light word, of the salles of Baden, of Homburg, of Monaco; it was gambling in all its unreined fever, […]

The problem at hand is not the inability of the Arabs and the Jews to live together peacefully.

Last toke is the yellowing fabric of the roach, containing the stuff that is less than tobacco.