"I appeal to _you,_ David," he said, and poured the full flow of his learning and his indignation into my unlucky ears.
Mr.Engelman, enveloped in clouds of tobacco-smoke, enjoyed in silence the composing influence of his pipe.

I said, "Yes, sir," and "No, sir," at the right intervals in the flow of Mr.Keller's eloquence.

At this distance of time, I cannot pretend to report the long harangue of which I was made the victim.

In substance, Mr.Keller held that there were two irremediable vices in the composition of women.

Their dispositions presented, morally speaking, a disastrous mixture of the imitativeness of a monkey and the restlessness of a child.