He manifested his delight by lifting the skirt of his dinner-jacket with his hands and rising on his spurs like a bantam cock.
I left her to him for a moment and went over to say a civil word to the Misses Bostock of South Shields.

I regret to say I noticed a certain frigidity in their demeanour.

The well-conducted man in South Shields does not go out one night with a revolver tucked away in the pocket of his dress-suit, and turn up the next evening with a striking-looking lady with bronze hair.

Such goings-on are seen on the stage in South Shields in melodrama, and they are the goings-on of the villain.

In the eyes of the gentle ladies my reputation was gone.