Consider, sir, the chance of war: the day / Was yours by accident.

In that direction, we have a southbound breeze all the way to the ground. […] The northering sun was peeking under the curve of the balloon. “We're coming at them from out of the sun.”

For those, including us, who had come to the sale hamperless, relief was at hand in a refreshments marquee that had been put up near the thatched cottages.

My Governess[…]told him I was continually eating some Trash or other.[…]But this magnified but little with my Father.