They at any rate warranted that we can form a calculation of the chances, let Lord Fleetwood rave as he may please.
Woodseer had caught a glimpse of the elbow-point of his coat when flinging it back to the chair.

There was distinctly abrasion.
Philosophers laugh at such things.

But they must be the very ancient pallium philosophers, ensconced in tubs, if they pretend to merriment over the spectacle of nether garments gapped at the spot where man is most vulnerable.

He got loose from them and held them up to the candle, and the rays were admitted, neither winking nor peeping.

Serviceable old clothes, no doubt.