Thee, Telephus, thee, with thy thickflowing tresses

I am on the side of the established authorities. I am in the cast-iron position of the man who falls into line with the law of the land.

Nights on the district were nightmares. Peaky-blinder warrens down which the police daren't venture, except in twos; drunken gamp midwives under the bed, and often a race betwen half-an-inch of a guttering candle and a dawn two hours away, the patient indulging in a P.P.H., little or no water and no one to send for help.

The “Nellie,” a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.