Mr Western, who imputed these symptoms in his daughter to her fall, advised her to be presently blooded by way of prevention.

Meanwhile the Abate exulted in successful vengeance, and the marquis smarted beneath the stings of disappointment.

“A tight little craft,” was Austin’s invariable comment on the matron;[…]. Near her wandered her husband, orientally bland, invariably affable, and from time to time squinting sideways, as usual, in the ever-renewed expectation that he might catch a glimpse of his stiff, retroussé moustache.

When I first learned how to knit, it didn't occur to me that beads could be incorporated into knitting. […] I swatched and ripped, then swatched and ripped again—until I figured out how to get the beads to lie exactly where I wanted them to be.