I have seldom held forth so platitudinously even in the House of Commons.

I spoke as impressively as a bishop.

In the midst of my harangue he came and sat by the library table and rested his chin on his palm, looking at me quietly out of his dark eyes.

His mildness encouraged me to further efforts.

I instanced cases of other young men of the world who had gone the way of the flesh and had ended at the devil.
There was Paget, of the Guards, eaten to the bone by the Syren--not even the gold lace on his uniform left.