I was this day in the van, and our forlorn having entered Huntingdon without any great reſiſtance till they came to the bridge, finding it barricaded, they ſent me word; I cauſed the troops to halt, and rode up to the forlorn, to view the countenance of the enemy, and found by the poſture they had put themſelves in, that they reſolved to ſell us the paſſage as dear as they could.

It will be necessary to unredact the list that contains the witnesses' names.

Nouriel Roubini, one of Wall Street's most pessimistic seers, worries that the forthcoming jingle-mail tsunami could spawn $1 trillion-2 trillion of financial losses, creating a systemic banking crisis.

She describes how Irina, left at home during one of Lawrence’s extended business trips, feels herself turning “into one of those dry Scandinavian crispbreads that never have enough salt.”