[T]he deep earnest soul of the man had fallen into all manner of black scruples, dubitations; he believed himself likely to die soon, and far worse than die.

Those who enjoyed that posture are now somewhat concerned that we might go the other route, maybe unlegislate by regulation which I think is not too bad.

My dad calculated my family's real consumption per month.

But I shall have to foster this fairy story for it would upset the parson more if he knew that my wife prefers this cave man treatment to joining the ten clubs which keep the ladies of our town perpetually awheel and in a tissy.