So there, my dear Bertie, was I, within a few hours of my entrance into this town, with my top-hat down to my ears, my highly professional frock-coat, and my kid gloves, fighting some low bruiser on a pedestal in one of the most public places, in the heart of a yelling and hostile mob! I ask you whether that was cruel luck or not?

This isn't an interstate highway so it must be only an intrastate road.

So learn how to tailor your sorries to the sexes. Women tend to want an acknowledgment of what they're going through...

The delivery was completed by four.