And Jay cuts the records every day of the week / And we are the crew that can never be meek

“H'm !” he said, “so, so—it is a tragedy in a prologue and three acts. I am going down this afternoon to see the curtain fall for the third time on what[…]will prove a good burlesque ; but it all began dramatically enough. It was last Saturday[…]that two boys, playing in the little spinney just outside Wembley Park Station, came across three large parcels done up in American cloth.[…]”

The escheators […] defeated the right heir of his succession.

Thy brilliant hopes enscarf'd in sorrow's night.