Whence then proceeds this strong oppugnance to / My faire proposition, efflagitation? if from your hate?

Sometimes, they held all their scutums together to form a huge shield overhead.

([I]t was the town's humour to be always gassing of phantom investors who were likely to come any moment and pay a thousand prices for everything)—“[…]Them rich fellers, they don't make no bad breaks with their money.[…]”

Who has not marked, where the full cheek should be, Incipient lines of lank flaccidity, Lymphatic pallor where the pink should glow, And where the throb of transport, pulses low?