Many a person when he enters for the first time the home of another these days inclines to ask himself, not whether the man is rich or poor, fond of dogs or gardening, but whether he is verkramp or verlig.

The kids built a fort out of chairs and pillows.

We have been mealy-mouthed and weak-handed; we have trifled and temporised and the Food has grown and grown.

A fine strapping bona roba, in the Chartres taste, but well-limbed, clear-complexioned, and Turkish-eyed; thou the first man with her, or made to believe so, which is the same thing […].