John flew coach to Vienna, but first-class back home.

He liked me to come into his dressing-room to talk to him while he lathered his face, and I remembered the lie I told him when he asked me if I had used the top of his silver shaving-pot to knock in a nail, and the day when he asked me to read him Burke’s speeches aloud in an edition printed with long s’s.

His new car is sweet as.

She got through the war, but cracked up when her sister died.