In twenty-wan years in this box I don't believe I've ever pulled down wan of those signal yokes without half-expecting a pint of stout to come out down below somewhere. And isn't it the right gawm I'd look if it did come.

The Commons teemed with airily dressed mothers and unjacketed businessmen, the emotional gloom of a winter-bound populace exposed by the sun to be as seasonally fragile as ice.

Vor voices rawze upon tha wine

A Swaying of the Back, is a Pain and Weakness in the Reins, caused by a Fall