He is a well-thought-of and endearing old fellow.

I then get out my trusty mouli and run the whole lot through it (my lovely friend and clever cooking teacher, Paola Bacchia, tells me Italians call a mouli, a 'passatutto', which sounds so much more lyrical to me).

D., who would catch the tide, G., with his notions wide, Each is temporicide — Time's reckless murderer:

There is a house in Cherry street, not far from Catherine Market […]. A little to the north of its door stands an old-time tree; and for many a year it has been known to the “crossmen” and “knucks” of the town as “Jack Circle's watering place” and “fence.”