The captain used to to run the rule over every new recruit, like a protective father inspecting the boy his darling daughter had brought home to tea. He was obsessive about it.
The doctor must needs die rich, he had great dealings in his way for many years; if he had no family coat, you had as good use the escutcheons of the company, they are as showish, and will look as magnificent, as if he was descended from the blood-royal.
Omg, diary, mid-year rotto was the best. time. EVER. Whole #squad stayed at Geordie Bay, obvi. All the planning totes paid off - literally so wasted from start to finish.
Or in the dae, a-vleeren droo The leafy trees, the huosse gookoo Da zing to mowers that da zet Their zives on end, an' stan' to whet.
