WEATHERBOUND IN THE SUBURBS [title]. The air is damp, the skies are leaden; / The ominous lull of impending rain / Presses upon me, and seems to deaden / Every sense but a sense of pain. // Hopes of getting again to London / Lapse into utter and grim despair; […]

...this cove was so deucedly civil, and all that, that now she won't look at anybody else. He's the blue-eyed boy, and everybody else is an also-ran.

It seems that many such technical words (grada, minuta, introitus) were left in the uninflected state when contracted in any customary form such as we have […]

I can't find my baggage!