She dressed up as a skeleton for Halloween.
I'd like to use that Superfund to clean up pollution for a change and not just pay lawyers.
He had been small, rotund, and haughtily timid, his stomach protruding slightly in an upward jutting slope that brought into prominence the buttons of his waistcoat and trousers, marking the exact centre of his body with the obstetric line seen on fruits – the inevitable arc produced by heavy rounds of burgundy, schlagsahne, and beer.
Would not he believe that he had the same Antipathy to a Candied Orange, or a Piece of Puff-Past, as some have to a Cheshire Cheese, or a Breast of Mutton?
