the guiltiness of blood of many commiserable persons

[…] Mr. Wolfe, I beg you—I beg of you— I was sure she was going to cry and I didn't want her to. But Wolfe brusquely brought her up: That's all, Miss Barstow. […]

They had put many hundreds of hours into the project before it was deep-sixed by management.

A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly[…]