Folks come in sometimes when I 'm lonely and make jest of it, saying that a creaking gate hangs long, and that it 's weary waiting for dead men's shoes.

Behind the neo-Renaissance facades were high-rental apartments, and behind these, filling up the deeply cut speculative properties, were labyrinths of dark courts and backwings, one behind the other.

I would have all intoleration intolerated in its turn.

But the Romans had enstraitned her before she was aware thereof.