The terrible sugariness which poured into him worked like venom to cause an encounter and a wrestling: his battery of jaws expressed it.

They gaped.

At the same time, his eyeballs gave up.

All the Dog, that would have barked the breathing intruder an hundredfold back to earth, was one compulsory centurion yawn.

Tears, issue of the frightful internal wedding of the dulcet and the sour (a ravishing rather of the latter by the former), rolled off his muzzles.
Now, if you are not for insisting that a magnificent simile shall be composed of exactly the like notes in another octave, you will catch the fine flavour of analogy and be wafted in a beat of wings across the scene of the application of the Rev.Septimus Barmby to Mr.Victor Radnor, that he might enter the house in the guise of suitor for the hand of Nesta Victoria.