We did not speak, and she began to flush and wriggle on her seat, and stooped forward to fumble under the legs of her chair for her umbrella. The sight of its green seams and unveracious tortoiseshell handle disgusted Kitty into speech.

Take care when you’re crossing the crosswalk.

I've sealed the documents in this envelope.

Self-contempt follows megalomania fast on its heels: The Vorarlberg Rhine valley has the settlement structure of Los Angeles – a Duckburg-like reduced Los Angeles to be sure, in which almost only Mickey Mice live, scarcely a Donald Duck, surely no Uncle Scrooge Duck, not even a Gladstone Gander (but many who conduct themselves as such).