[…]and Frank was already quite ashamed of his suspicions, and beginning to discard them as entirely unfounded, when again the door was thrown open, and, accompanied by her husband—overdressed, be-flounced, be-ringletted, and panting from the recent labours of the toilet—the real fugitive made her appearance in the portly person of Gertrude’s stepmother, the second Mrs Blake.
The people had stared in awe at the magnificently colored flame tree.
Turn left, then right, then right again, then keep going until you reach the service station.
Euery get-nothing is a theefe, and lazineſſe is a ſtolen water: if the Deuill can winne thee, to plye hard this liquour, hee knowes it will whet thy ſtomach to any vice.
