And Sunday . . . fuggedaboudit. You may as well have gone to school on Sunday.

I′m driving flat chat as I cross Green Gully, a nondescript depression in the wide flat plain of western New South Wales.

[…]her health also having suffered by the change, she immediately, when told of Douglas's projected departure from India, felt the strongest desire to accompany him; and to which Colonel Melbourne the more readily consented, having with reluctance yielded to her request of quitting England, willing as he had been to sacrifice the enjoyment of her society rather than that she should submit to the disadvantages attendant upon a residence in a clime usually found so pernicious to the female constitution.

[…] two pairs of cuissettes, and two testieres for horses.