But Miss Thorn relieved the situation by laughing aloud,[…]. We began to tell her about Mohair and the cotillon, and of our point of observation from the Florentine galleried porch, and she insisted she would join us there.

I feel for him: he’s lost two family members in two months.

The collected air was metered through a gasometer, and the composition of every gas sample was analyzed in duplicate […]

Though a light of love she swimmeth, / Zoned with utterless desire, / And the air of her swift coming / Through thy hot veins pulseth fire.