She did not go into the coffee-room, though repeatedly persuaded by Miss Woodley, but waited at the door till her carriage drew up.

I listened to every blast of wind as if it were a dull ugly siroc on its way to consume me. #* 1876, Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Test: These the siroc could not melt, Fire their fiercer flaming felt, And the meaning was more white Than July's meridian light.

To each hogshead of genuine Bordeaux wine, there are four gallons of Benicarlo, half a gallon of stum wine, and a small quantity of Hermitage added, which mixture undergoes a slight fermentation, and is then exported under the name of claret.

King's Cross Station proved to be the starting point of a journey that took me around the world.