There were low groans of pain as the field plunged into the perishingly cold water.

No, Sir, 'tis fear of Hanging. Who would not ſteal, or do Murder, every time his Fingers itch'd at it, were it not for fear of the Gallows?

Oh, great! I just dumped all 500 sheets of the manuscript all over and now I have to put them back in order.

For quotations using this term, see Citations:Platt.