When my two sisters (these two bitches, O Commander of the Faithful!) saw me by the side of my young lover they jaloused me on his account and were wroth and plotted mischief against me.

The other children loved his nickname and were now able to share the ruderies they didn′t dare read out in the French lesson.

He'll crack a crib in Scotland one week, and be raising money to build an orphanage in Cornwall the next.

I believe, had I been in the inmost recesses of my habitation--the very penetralia--your eagerness would have surmounted bolts, bars, decency, and everything.