But what indeed is ask'd of me? / Not this, some spirits, it is told, / Have will'd to be disparadised / For love and greater glory of Christ.

There have been predictions that within a few years all roads within a 17-mile radius of the Airport will be choked.

Yet it seems to me indeed at times that all this present commercial civilisation is no more than my poor uncle's career writ large, a swelling, thinning bubble of assurances; that its arithmetic is just as unsound, its dividends as ill-advised, its ultimate aim as vague and forgotten; […]

Mr. Sharp immediately mounted his horse, and, the rain being over, he set off, on a good swing trot, […]