In most English villages, as we are informed, bicycles are not allowed on the sidewalks; and the hand-books issued by English manufacturers of bicycles caution their customers that it is a forbidden practice, while in many places bells have to be attached to the bicycles even when ridden in the streets.

We've been busy permitting the State Street development.

“How do you do, Mr. Huxter,” the Prince of Fairoaks said in his most princely manner—“I hope you are very well.” “Pretty bobbish, thanky.”

1957: the promise of a release in her passional self — Lawrence Durrell, Justine, p.71 (Faber)