In that district of theirs an epidemic levels men like a disease in sheep.

Skeletons can't make a stand.

On the top of it all they sing Sunday tunes!' This behaviour of corn-law agitators and protectors of poachers was an hypocrisy too horrible for comment.

Everard sipped claret.

Nevil lashed his head for the clear idea which objurgation insists upon implanting, but batters to pieces in the act.
'Manchester's the belly of this country!' Everard continued.