Cecilia was quite confounded by this speech; to have it known that Delvile had visited her, was in itself alarming, but to have her own equivocation thus glaringly exposed, was infinitely more dangerous.

Then burn equal parts of cavendish tobacco and old shoeleather in an iron vessel till charred.

[…] now all of a sudden she thinks she's some kind of Britney Spears or Jennifer Lopez.

Credo III is so beautiful!