Himself among the storied chiefs he spies, As from the blanket high in air he flies, And oh! (he cry'd) what street, what lane but knows Our purgings, pumpings, blanketings and blows?
The peculiarity of meeting six people on a usually deserted trail only struck me later on.
The latter clause, however, relieves the dilemma in which I should otherwise find myself involved; for I was far from attempting the performance of what the witty Dean Swift once coined a sexasyllabic word for, viz.: ‘sermonification.’
A tall, hawkfaced man ran up to him from behind, catching him by the shoulders, playfully shaking him.
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