Oh Hades! the Ladies who leave their wooden huts, For Gilbert the Filbert, the colonel of the knuts...

Lee likewise refused to specularize herself in the bodily act of preaching but sought instead, much like Nancy Prince was later to do in her travels abroad, to deflect the gaze of her reading public away from her body.

It seems that some honest mariners of Dover, or Sandwich, or some one of the Cinque Ports, had after a hard chase succeeded in killing and beaching a fine whale which they had originally descried afar off from the shore.

She’s right. I shouldn’t’ve come.