"When you've tasted a porterhouse steak grilled by a master hand you'll never mention any other variety again.

Come right along, Mr.Handyside.Tell us fairy tales about God's own country.

We're in the right mood to believe anything!" "But what's this story of another shooting up in Fortescue Square?
Is it true ?" Then Furneaux dug him in the ribs.
"This isn't the Wild and Woolly West," he said.

"This is London, sir, poor, old, played-out London, whose beefy citizens do nothing but eat, talk cricket or golf, and sleep.

If you credit the newspapers, you'll never get us in the right perspective." Another newspaper boy raced past, bawling loudly.
"All a flam, is it ?" said the American quizzically; "No," said Winter, "it's the truth, and less than the truth.