If you put the brakes on too hard, the wheels will lock.

Perhaps even a small poltergeist might come your way. Any trifle would be welcome. His bull's bellow of laughter followed them into the lift.

That degenerate aſſembly even pandared to the libidinous epicuriſm of this many-wived tyrant; and outraged, at his command, the rights of decorum, of juſtice, and of nature.

The river winds underneath it, and the great spoked wheel turns slowly, tossing the water into a cloud of yellow foam, flinging the spray afar into the dark, flowing stream, catching it again; playing with it, half sportive, half fierce, like some monster alive.