He said: Queenie, I think I’m going to pass out and before I do, I’m going to give you a piece of advice […] and he said quite solemnly: Queenie, always stick to Bach and the early Italians—and passed out cold as a mackerel.

“Go to bed, and don't bother your addle pate about your neighbours. Can't a man cut up a few sticks without your coming to investigate?”

After having subtracted the bad and uncollectable debt above, the net property was around 32000 kan of silver […]

Her new book was most suaviloquent.