All ranks appear to have imbibed the pageant-fever from the fair aristocrat, who arranges her raven locks after the Jewess fashion, so becomingly borne by Mrs. Flynn, down to the ragged urchin who patrols the street with a stick and a kite ...
[…] if I yawn over your imperfect sentences, your repeated phrases, your false pathos, your drawlings and denouncings, your humming and hawing, your oh-ing and ah-ing, your black gloves and your white handkerchief.
Can you quote it? I know my New Testament pretty well, but I am not letter-perfect.
Can you quote it?
I know my New Testament pretty well, but I am not letter-perfect.
Matter, being impotent, sluggish, and inactive, hath no power to stir or move itself.
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