One ponderous cloud of smoke, blacker than midnight, remained unchanging above the pandemonious lake.

The Aonian fount stood at the foot of Mount Helicon, not far from Thebes, and was sacred to the Muses.

Oh, dear Miss Honeychurch, you will catch a chill! And Mr. Beebe here besides. Who would suppose this is Italy? There is my sister actually nursing the hot-water can; no comforts or proper provisions.

The exhausted man fell asleep immediately.