My hand was at his elbow, my fingers just at the indentation of his elbow, just about where you bump the nerve point everyone calls the “crazy-bone”.

[…] but being not so skilful as in every point to unwind themselves where the snares of glossing speech do lie to entangle them, […]

The theme park's utilidors conveyed electricity to various parts of the rides.

Purchased—of a Hawker, in Whitechapel-road. ¶ These cheroots were made up of two twisted wrappers or layers of thin brown paper, while the interior consisted entirely of hay, not a particle of tobacco entering into their composition. ¶ It appears that about the neighbourhood of Whitechapel, the sale of spurious cheroots of this kind constitutes a regular business.