‘I forget your coat of arms.’ ‘A human foot d’or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel.’

Without that, 'tis vain to harangue the world with the formal and formidable pomp of ætiologics, pathognomonics, procatarctics, prognostics...

The French were already close to the ruined walls which surround it, where they received a volley of musquetry and stones from the Arabs, and then mounted to the assault by two old breaches!

Oh god! What have I done? I've doomed us all!