Fainthearted knight! You should have stayed and covered my retreat. Hark! they are coming! Hide! Hide! she panted, half in fear, half in merriment, as the gay pursuers rapidly drew nearer.

She's going to devil four dozen eggs for the picnic.

He briskly flicked through the catalogue. And this seemingly innocent museum is chocker with old airplane parts!

Cocaine’s awfully expensive stuff, isn't it? Is it worth it?