an unconsuming fire

At half-past nine on this Saturday evening, the parlour of the Salutation Inn, High Holborn, contained most of its customary visitors. […] In former days every tavern of repute kept such a room for its own select circle, a club, or society, of habitués, who met every evening, for a pipe and a cheerful glass.

The tired France were unable to break down the German defence, so they brought on some fresh legs.

Marlites […] are not disintegrated by exposure to the atmosphere, at least in six years.