I can recall all the small particulars of that disturbing summer night. The blue lamp in front of the face-brick building.

The man who sells us our bread is not a baker, but a bread-monger.

it is hard not to ouer-ioy in a sudden prosperitie, and, to vse happinesse is no lesse difficult, then to forbeare it

Could not resist Metcalfe's fine dishes and wines. Sir Joshua began to be a water-drinker.