“I guess,” said Horace at this point, “you'd best speak civil of Miss Strode. I'm not taking any insolence this day.”

We used to lure the nags into the back of our truck with oats and sugar, then we'd drive back to town to this warehouse and inject the nags with small quantities of morphine I'd stolen.

... the manyfold grace of God.

Bourneville believes that 75 per cent. of the inmates of the Parisian venereal hospitals have practised homosexuality.