The Normanthorpe roses, famous throughout the north of England, were as yet barely budding in the kindless wind […]

But its [the thorny devil's] best hope is to remain unseen in the first place and to this end the Devil, which is camouflaged in shades of brown and yellow, walks slowly and stops often, like a chameleon or a participant in a neverending game of grandmother's footsteps.

Having requisitioned for lime-juice, about a dozen or two of wine-bottlefuls were received, with the reply that more could not be spared, as it was required by the Navy.

{ux|en|He finished writing his paper and slid it under the door just in the nick of time.}}