he presently thought that he was dead, and that those battaillants that fought so eagerly in the Room, had slain him

Where God is worshipped, there he communicates his blessings and holy influences.

Thus the red damask curtains which now shut out the fog-laden, drizzling atmosphere of the Marylebone Road, had cost a mere song, and yet they might have been warranted to last another thirty years. A great bargain also had been the excellent Axminster carpet which covered the floor; […].

Shut your clamshell, Toby, grumbled the Baron.