You may laugh, but I believe we were the instruments of justice." "Do you suppose that clock was never baked before ?" asked her husband.
"The landlord has his own arrangement with justice.

When he overcharges his parting guests he says to his conscience, Well, they baked my clock." LXXI.
The morning was raw, but it was something not to have it rainy; and the clouds that hung upon the hills and hid their tops were at least as fine as the long board signs advertising chocolate on the river banks.

The smoke rising from the chimneys of the manufactories of Mayence was not so bad, either, when one got them in the distance a little; and March liked the way the river swam to the stems of the trees on the low grassy shores.

It was like the Mississippi between St.Louis and Cairo in that, and it was yellow and thick, like the Mississippi, though he thought he remembered it blue and clear.

A friendly German, of those who began to come aboard more and more at all the landings after leaving Mayence, assured him that he was right, and that the Rhine was unusually turbid from the unusual rains.