Where've you been, you weren't in the toilets, “Just er grabbing some air,” she blushed.
Grace bent to her oars with a springing verve and force which made the tubby little boat draw towards the shore, the whispering lapse of water gliding under its sides all the while.
The lowest classes of Europeans, as also of the natives, and, indeed, most of the officers of country-ships, frequently smoke cheroots, exactly corresponding with the Spanish segar, though usually made rather more bulky. However fragrant the smokers themselves may consider cheroots, those who use hookahs, hold them to be not only vulgar, but intolerable!
Red traffic lights mean nothing to the Lycra lout, the psycho cyclist, the berk on a bike (Parsons 2002, 21).
