He reinforced the handle with a metal rod and a bit of tape.

He resorted to his pint of wine for consolation, drank it all in a few minutes, and fell asleep on his arms, with his hair straggling over the table, and a long winding-sheet in the candle dripping down upon him.

This form of suture is seen even in the falciferous Ammonites of the Cretaceous, which can scarcely perhaps, be genetically connected with […]

“It's gammon and pickles. That's what it is. Angels and wishes and answers to prayers! Really, Miss Gordon, it's tripe and onions!”