The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. […] Trying doors as he went, twirling his club with many intricate and artful movements, turning now and then to cast his watchful eye adown the pacific thoroughfare, the officer, with his stalwart form and slight swagger, made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace.

She was sought by spirits of richest coat.

Even Lessing is too palpably infected by the error which he combats ; the poetic being too frequently in his meaning nothing more than that which is clothed in a form of sensuous apprehensibility

His theftful glances aroused suspicion.