Isn't she a slap-up woman, eh, now? pursued he; and began enumerating her attractions, as a horse-jockey would the points of a favourite animal.

[…] a chair immediately opposite to Tressady's place remained vacant. It was being kept for the eldest son of the house, his mother explaining carelessly to Lord Fontenoy that she believed he was Out parishing somewhere, as usual.

This is not the only effect of such a system of (dis)information: as many authors underlined, the subversive power underlying the functioning of the mud machine seems to be even more devastating since it achieves its goal simply extending its menacing shadow over potential objectives.

In this case, the force is more generally applied over the skull causing the vault to inbend and fracture, while solid irregular struts such as the petrous bones will not fracture, …