Bevisham is downright the dearest of boroughs--"vaulting-boards," as Stukely Culbrett calls them--in the kingdom.

I assume we still say "kingdom." 'He dashed into the Radical trap exactly two hours after landing.

I believe he was on his way to the Halketts at Mount Laurels.

A notorious old rascal revolutionist retired from his licenced business of slaughterer--one of your gratis doctors--met him on the high-road, and told him he was the man.

Up went Nevil's enthusiasm like a bottle rid of the cork.