I perceive their uses.

And they are right good comedy; for which I may say that I almost love them.

Man is the laughing animal: and at the end of an infinite search, the philosopher finds himself clinging to laughter as the best of human fruit, purely human, and sane, and comforting.

So let us be cordially thankful to those who furnish matter for sound embracing laughter.
Cornelia detested gold--entirely on general grounds and for abstract reasons.

Not a word of Mr.Barrett was shaped, even in fancy; but she interjected to herself, with meditative eye and mouth: "The saints were poor!" (the saints of whom he had read, translating from that old Latin book) "St.Francis! how divine was his life!" and so forth, until the figure of Mr.Penniless Barrett walked out in her imagination clad in saintly garments, superior not only to his creditor, Mr.Chips, but to all who bought or sold.
"I have been false," she said; implying the "to him." Seeing him on that radiant height above her, she thought "How could I have fallen so!" It was impossible for her mind to recover the delusion which had prompted her signing herself to bondage--pledging her hand to a man she did not love.