In Harial dessy copass was used for fine and middling cossaes, fine and superfine hummums and fine middling addaties.

You'd have thought that this Wickham would have learned at her mother's knee that the last thing a fellow in a highly nervous condition wants, when he's searching someone's room, is a disembodied voice in his immediate ear asking him how he's getting on. The upshot, I need scarcely say, was that I came down like a sack of coals.

I wish, grave governor, 'twere in my power / To favour you; but 'tis my father's cause, / Wherein I may not, nay, I dare not dally.

I’ve turned myself into a potty mouth. I swear. Too much.