Little disappointed, then, she turned attention to Chat of the Social World, gossip which exercised potent fascination upon the girl's intelligence. She devoured with more avidity than she had her food those pretentiously phrased chronicles of the snobocracy […] distilling therefrom an acid envy that robbed her napoleon of all its savour.

Will you stop singing, please? You're making a show of yourself.

If you think you’re getting out of this place alive, you are sadly mistaken, my friend.

[…] a certain vessel finely and subtilly made of the precious stone onychinus […]