What I want to say is this.

My brother, being yet unmarried, did not keep house, but boarded himself and his apprentices in another family.

Joy and grief alternate in my breast.

My cough is getting worse.

My baggage is missing.

My house is designed so as to withstand an earthquake.

My house is close to the amenities of a big city.

My home is in the country.

Even if my house catches fire it would soon be put out.

There were no clerks to wait on me.