We made sandwiches with the bread we bought from the bakery.

Just as they were in the roughest part of the mountains, there was a wild shriek of the whistle, a sudden scrunt of the air-brakes, and the train, with an abruptness that was just short of an accident, stopped.

He said he wanted the show of flowers next year to be a triumph of gardencraft.

Are there not Poiſons, Racks, and Flames, and Swords; / That Emma thus muſt die by Henry’s Words? / Yet what could Swords or Poiſon, Racks or Flame, / But mangle and disjoint this brittle Frame? / More fatal Henry’s Words; they murder Emma’s Fame.