[…] sign hung from the bronze knob, and it stated without equivocation that the Britannic Museum was closed for repairs. But the Inspector was made of stern stuff. He closed his right hand and with the resulting fist pounded formidably on the bronze. […] out popped the gargoylish head of a bulb-nosed old man. Hey! snapped this apparition. Can't you read English? One side, brother, said the Inspector cheerfully. We're in a hurry. The doorman did not budge […]

[S]he snatched a pistol from the wall, on which some fire-arms hung, and while she screamed to her father to awake, had the presence of mind to present it at the intruder.

The ecobotanical aspects of the vast herbaceous and under-storey vegetation which were overlooked by earlier investigators have received greater attention in the present work.

Her youth had passed in intrigues and vanities, and she still lived among them at second-hand: she now talked what she formerly did.