The desert storm was riding in its strength; the travellers lay beneath the mastery of the fell simoom.[…]Roaring, leaping, pouncing, the tempest raged about the wanderers, drowning and blotting out their forms with sandy spume.

I was directing my course towards it, as straightly and as speedily as the windings of a very indifferent road would permit […]

For, the classic fact-pattern of mistake as to identity involves the defendant fraudulently representing to the complainant that he is X, obtaining goods on credit, selling those goods to Y, a bona fide purchaser for value without notice, and then absconding.

War clouds were on the horizon, but the ostrichitis that had removed the moral compass of many European politicians simultaneously made the rich of Paris pretend that whatever nastiness was occurring elsewhere would never affect them.