[…] ‘Tobit and his dog baith are altogether heathenish and apocryphal, and none but a prelatist or a papist would draw them into question. I doubt I hae been mista'en in you, friend.’

Lucy removed her fingers from Margaret's pussy and brought them up for closer inspection, noticing the sticky grool coating them and seeping into the webbed crevasses between them.

I could barely eat the oversweetened processed foods.

an aromatically spiced Indian dish