[…] some of the feathers (especially posterior scapulars) with the broad edgings more rufescent and passing into whitish terminally ;

Good evening, Kristen, said I; what are you telling that creates such fun? Hee, hee, hee! screamed the youngsters, with great glee depicted in their faces; Kristen has told us about the smith and the devil, and then about the lad who got him into the nut, and now he says he's going to tell us about Peter Sannum, whose horse the fairies stopped on the Asmyr hill.

Psychoanalysis has sprung many surprises on us, performed more than one volte face before our indignant eyes.

[…] to me it was encouragingly romantic to be recommended to a remailleuse […] whose shoplet was en face de la Tour de Charlemagne, Madame.