I can book tickets for the concert next week.

He sat there thinking of his youth, of fighting a man bare-skin in White haven and throttling him […]

If an author fuddles himself, I don’t know why he should be let off a headache the next morning […]

From Brittany to Burgundy, on most Plains of France, under most City-walls, it is a blaring of trumpets, waving of banners, a Constitutional manœuvering: under the vernal skies, while Nature too is putting forth her green Hopes, under bright sunshine defaced by the stormful East; like Patriotism victorious, though with difficulty, over Aristocracy and defect of grain!