the fronts of the thighs of Gibberne's white trousers were scorched a drabbish brown

it so far troubles them, that they become quite moped many times, and so disheartened, dejected, they dare not come abroad[…]

The house of fiction has in short not one window, but a million—a number of possible windows not to be reckoned, rather; every one of which has been pierced, or is still pierceable, in its vast front, by the need of the individual vision and by the pressure of the individual will.

1 1⁄2 cups anjeer soaked in S cups of water