As soon as the principal personages were seated, the verandah of the house was filled silently by the muffled-up forms of Lakamba’s female belongings.

yet amongst these doth the nitid spark spend out his time: this is the Gallant's day!

Close contact with the utterly bizarre is often more terrifying than inspiring, and it did not cheer me to think that this very bit of dusty road was the place where those monstrous tracks and that foetid green ichor had been found after moonless nights of fear and death.

For now there are ſprung up a wiſer generation in this kind, who have the Art to coy the fonder ſort into their nets