[…] Plutus, the god of gold, Is but his steward: no meed but he repays Sevenfold above itself; no gift to him But breeds the giver a return exceeding All use of quittance.

Again, the spelling of such words as center and traveler is not an Americanism, though to be found in a few American books, but a Websterism […]

But Richmond […] appeared to lose himself in his own reflections. Some pickled crab, which he had not touched, had been removed with a damson pie; and his sister saw, peeping around the massive silver epergne that almost obscured him from her view, that he had eaten no more than a spoonful of that either.

We were fortunate not to be fined for speeding.