Rufus's stone lies in the outskirts of the forest, and in a few minutes they emerged upon the broad heath which bounds it, then like a sea of gold; for the furze was in the first glory of its spendthrift wealth.

The Snake by restinesse and lying still all Winter, hath a certaine membrane […]

The gallant old skipper had struck out with his fist and the blow took effect; spread the chap's nose all ower his fyesce as he afterwards said ...

I belong to what I suspect is the majority: those who don’t give a monkeys about goal and appearance records anyway. […] They are just a form of player stats, after all, and we all know what right-minded football fans think of that devil-ridden number-crunchery.