the elephant’s lithe proboscis.

The judge, by the way, was the King; and as he wore his crown over the wig, (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how he did it), he did not look at all comfortable, and it was certainly not becoming.

And as for a divorce, I know plenty spades right here in Harlem get married any time they want to.

She spoke falteringly, and concluded with a heavy sigh.