Now this door, which had been left ajar by Polly when she ran off, opened into a little courtyard where the fowls were shut in at night; the woodhouse and the privy also stood there.

I would coax my Husband to buy a House in London, & build a Cottage on Dymerchion Hill: the Situation is demidivine, and it would be his own.

The doctor's scrawled signature was almost unreadable.

[…] they that think to be wiser then other men, are by so much verier fools then others, and so are discerned to be.