[… they] were often sore pressed to follow the trail at all, and at best were so delayed that in the afternoon of the second day, they still had not overhauled the fugitive.

Because of Azeri wealth and Bakuvian pride, buildings like this one had been preserved and meticulously renovated over the past ten years. 'I am Bakuvian, born and bred. This is my city! Like Ali and Nino!' Fuad wore, for effect, a red fez with a red fez with a swinging gold tassel.

Beſides there is an aukward kind of baſhfulneſs inherent in an old collegian, which makes him ſhudder even at the ſight of a petticoat, and often condems him, during life, to an irkſome ſtate of cælibacy.

Wow, what a banging haircut! It looks terrific!