But then I had the [massive] flintlock by me for protection. […]The linen-press and a chest on the top of it formed, however, a very good gun-carriage; and, thus mounted, aim could be taken out of the window[…], and a 'bead' could be drawn upon Molly, the dairymaid, kissing the fogger behind the hedge, little dreaming that the deadly tube was levelled at them.

In coccidiosis we have a sexual cycle (sporogony) alternating with a nonsexual one (schizogony).

Exasperated, he unties them and tugs them over to the damside, where there is abundant grass.

[…]when I remonstrated with him on his having quitted it he assigned as a reason for doing so that the exercise yard of the barmy fellows, as he called the madmen, (meaning, I suppose, that their brains were in an unnatural state of working,) was but a stone's throw from himself and his rational companions […]