Rawdon sat down in the study before the Baronet’s table, set out with the orderly blue books and the letters, the neatly docketed bills and symmetrical pamphlets, the locked account-books, desks, and dispatch boxes, the Bible, the Quarterly Review, and the Court Guide, which all stood as if on parade awaiting the inspection of their chief.

So, Andy, if you ask me nicely, I might produce a receipt that is my marriage certificate.

Some well-mounted heads of deer and one of an enormous black javeli projected from the walls.

Is that the same blue truck that is throwing rocks out the passenger window and screaming at natives calling them bogans walking on the street?