So the houses in Tuscany are very far from inviting to an economist, although vastly less expensive than at Torquay, the rival of Naples in this respect as in beauty....

I have found my seal in a waistcoat pocket.

I do not think the old woman stole the forks, but she knew they were stolen....

Kenyon has something of Falstaff about him, both in the physical and the moral.
But he is a friendly man, of rare judgment in literary works, and of talents that only fall a little short of genius.
"God preserve you from your Belial Bishop!" [Philpotts].

"What an incumbent! I would not see the rascal once a month to be as great a man as Mr.Shedden, or as sublime a genius as Mr.Wise," [word under the seal] "would drown me in bile or poison me with blue pills.