[…] whatever strikes in with the natural propensities, and either externally forwards their satisfaction, or internally concurs with their movements, is sure to give a sensible pleasure.

Another operation was urged as a necessity (for what I never heard), and after much cutting, scraping and Listerizing, it was pronounced to be cancer of the womb, and in February she died.

The car jerked away just as Piyal was knocked down, and looking up the last he saw was so many downstriking, hammering feet.

The vowel is consonantized, that is, made closer in position.