Her book has perhaps been a good one; it has refreshed, refilled, rewarmed her heart; it has set her brain astir.

He described him as a political corpse whose ghost has returned to haunt us, adding that he was a chocolate soldier, ... a man who never faced an enemy nor successfully faced an issue.

Varnish frequently cisses upon oil paint.

They burned the old gun that used to stand in the dark corner up in the garret, close to the stuffed fox that always grinned so fiercely. Perhaps the reason why he seemed in such a ghastly rage was that he did not come by his death fairly. Otherwise his pelt would not have been so perfect.