The men on the freight trains, who go over the whole length of the road, bow to me as to an old acquaintance, they pass me so often, and apparently they take me for an employee; and so I am. I too would fain be a track-repairer somewhere in the orbit of the earth.

[…]and also by all accounts of the surplus which shall from time to time be settled between the new company and the liquidators of the old company[…]

If that is not a flatfooted disregard of what this committee said was bad taste, I do not know what it is.

There was a pair of burly dwarves – a woman and a man – bearing the markings of the formidable Thane Guards.