When he was dried he struggled into his shirt. Then, ruddy and shiny, with hair on end, and his flannelette shirt hanging over his pit-trousers, he stood warming the garments he was going to put on.

I lent my topee to Camarião, who looked extremely odd in it.

They opted against taking the train, preferring the bus.

The sylyman lay and herde, And hys wyf answerd.