They are no longer to be amused according to custom, as a mob with the cant of a mountebank, and the leapings, friskings, gambols, and stale jests of tumblers and clowns.
The very scent of the carrion—faugh—reached my nostrils at the distance where we stood.
Card mechanics practice bottom dealing in front of a mirror until it becomes so natural they can't see themselves cheat.
Coordinate term: PFOS
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