The bread, to be sure, was poor, but I can put up with the absence of bread if I get a juicy fillet of beef and as good vegetables as you will see in the Savoy.
I was a little afraid of our giving ourselves away in our sleep, but I need have had no fear, for our escort slumbered like a hog with his mouth wide open.

As we roared through the darkness I kept pinching myself to make myself feel that I was in the enemy's land on a wild mission.

The rain came on, and we passed through dripping towns, with the lights shining from the wet streets.

As we went eastward the lighting seemed to grow more generous.

After the murk of London it was queer to slip through garish stations with a hundred arc lights glowing, and to see long lines of lamps running to the horizon.