He had fifteen to twenty years ago, and up to the time of his death, practically control of all the slop of all the stillhouses in the United States.

Nibs never would have quilled a seriph to sheepskin.

Lances were ornamented with a banderole near the point, which gave them a handsome appearance, these were also called pencells.

[…] he was surprised to find some half-eaten stringbeans and a crushed pack of cigarettes in the garbage pail. Though he was tempted to salvage the half-empty pack, it was already much too begrimed.