What a pity there is not some mental calomel! for Mr. Lushington's equanimity was in a bilious fever with Edward Lorraine's appearance of luxurious enjoyment.

Boxer was an enormous beast, nearly eighteen hands high, and as strong as any two ordinary horses put together.

You were playing Buckhunter at the bar last night and your game was so tight a gal offered to give you a squeezer in the parking lot.

Totally plain blade and simple two-branch, single-knuckle bow guard with evidence of crude sand casting.