Other carriers buff out their fuselages instead of painting them, reasoning that cracks can hide under layers of thick exterior paint.

He stood transfixed before the unaccustomed view of London at night time, a vast panorama which reminded him […] of some wood engravings far off and magical, in a printshop in his childhood.

Ill-fard, crazy, crack-brained gowk, that she is! exclaimed the housekeeper.

I'm a grower. You're a show-er, Robin says, looking downward, comparing himself to George with a self-conscious pang.