'Madam, I have a secret to tell you.' Now the very word secret is enough to rouse any one's curiosity; and, giving a quick glance round to see if her duennas were on the alert, she prepared to listen, and I saw that her eye had caught sight of the letter.

Later, when Kristin beckons for the salt shaker by growling for “Lot's wife,” the author credits himself for initiating her into legitimate sailing society: […]

Because of her dissatisfaction, she now disavows the merits of fascism.

For the first several years of my exclusive career in powerlifting, I couldn't bench too well.