Sin in its own nature tendeth to nothing, but the ruine and eternal destruction of a Soul: it must be from the aboundings of grace, if any good come to the soul from sin […]

Awkwardly, Jenny managed to open the front door and womanhandle Brian into the hallway.

Are some poor boys brought before him for sleeping in brickkilns, — a circumstance to which they may have been compelled by want of room at home, or the damp and cold nights of autumn […] ?

When plaster fell from the ceiling it lay to be trampled by heavy jungle-boots.