I was standing on the corner when Nick came up and asked for a cigarette.

Let that be as it may, as my purpoſe is to do exact juſtice to every creature brought upon the ſtage of this dramatic work,—I could not ſtifle this diſtinction in favour of Don Quixote’s horſe;—in all other points the parſon’s horſe, I ſay, was juſt ſuch another,—for he was as lean, and as lank, and as ſorry a jade, as Humility herſelf could have beſtrided.

They will be painted black, as will the pattress plates that previous repairers fitted.

Where have all the mensches gone? The character of the administration reflects the character of the man at its head.