“I don’t see how we can make any return, unless you’ll be good enough to buy yourself a bit more tobacco.” / “My dear boy—if you’ll excuse me using such a word,” returned Bowcher, “I don’t want to rob you of your pocket money. If I’ve been any help to you—well, we’ll say it’s for ‘auld lang syne’.”

Now large tracts of land are given over to the cultivation of the camphor laurel.

I haven't touched a drop, officer, the suspect hiccupped.

The changes just outlined in two “megapoleis” are mirrored in large and small towns across the Greek world, from Massilia to Marakanda.