He spun around and booped me on the nose.

From the foothills below, Jean, Jan, and James were mere flyspecks, easily lost among the straggly pines that formed the treeline.

Two of the theatres most suave ornaments recently found themselves out-suaved by Mme. Pierre Mendes-France, wife of the French premier. When she went backstage after seeing Fanny, she met Enzio Pinza, a native of Italy, and Walter Slezak, a native of Vienna. They chatted in French. / “Forgive me,” Pinza said suavely, “my French has some Italian in it.” / “Forgive me,” added the suave Slezak, “mine has some Viennese in it.” / “Forgive me," said Mme. Mendes-France, “mine has a trace of English in it.”

by some it [the wheat in the Weald]is considered to be too strong and forward, and therefore in danger of becoming winter proud