Last night, at sunset, there were plenty of the most respectable wind-clouds, but now there isn't a capful.

Yes, egad, they are tenacious of reputation with a vengeance, for they don't choose anybody should have a character but themselves!

I asked him to sit.

The great public, who follow the bell-wether with trusting confidence, and with the greater eagerness if the scent of scandal comes from his direction, tumbled pell-mell through the gap in the fence discovered by their arietine leader, and the whole pasture resounded with ovine voices of dismay.