You poor friendless creatures are always having some foolish tendre […]

Can't crack the habit. You see, I'm feening, I'm needing some more and you got me grinning like it's money that I'm winning.

The Tyrians and the Sareptans had clearly formed themselves into some sort of social-cum-religious clubs, just as had the Berytans …

'All these weeks we have wasted wrangling, and I knew from the beginning that it must be the green, and not the coquelicot.'