He started bucking up everything to management when he didn't get a raise.

When a neighbor's rottweiler (loose) began mauling her small wirehaired terrier (tied up) for the second time in eight months, Miki Meyer of suburban LaPorte, Indiana, grabbed her video camera and started filming.

I, that had sayed on one of his customers sutes.

Though more thoughtful than Madame de Mercœur, yet it asked far more knowledge of society—that wilderness of small intricacies—for her to penetrate into the motives of those who seemed so suddenly struck with her fascination; but she was too clear-headed to be deceived, and set it all down under one general belief in caprice.