We had been absent from civilisation, so long, that our tin billies, the only boiling utensils we had, got completely worn or burnt out at the bottoms, and as the boilings for glue and oil must still go on, what were we to do with billies with no bottoms?

The politician's speech fell flat.

We drive west into the Wallachian countryside, past rows of daub- and-wattle houses, plastered with a blue wash, clustered together along the road, aspiring to villagehood.

Good my Lord, You haue begot me, bred me, lou'd me.