In past recessions, drugstores were virtually immune from a turndown.

Cleaning the byre involved barrowing out the contents of the groop, sluicing it down and rebedding it with clean straw.

Shall chance ſupercede nature? And if nature has given me more ſtrength or cunning than you, why was that, but to make uſe of it? And either to chowſe you, or beat you out of what I think more convenient for my ſelf?

I am bad at pronouncing names, so my apologies if I butcher any of your names.