He seemed—somehow—younger than I had ever been, and blonder and more beautiful, and he wore his masculinity as unequivocally as he wore his skin.

He poured the milk in a thin stream from the jug to the glass.

The least defined pyrexiae were the continued fevers, divided mainly into typhus, enteric (typhoid) and relapsing.

At twilight in the summer there is never anybody to fear—man, woman, or cat—in the chambers and at that hour the mice come out. They do not eat parchment or foolscap or red tape, but they eat the luncheon crumbs.