Some of the mine-owners provide no facilities whatever for the children to rewarm their pasties and hoggans […]

The shrubbery around the cottages is a brocade of lawns and shrubs intermixed, in fancy patterns, with gravel walks, in various directions, which wind into the woods.

She is both wetting and getting up a fresh topsail on her after-mast — I see them crossing the yard even now. By my honour, she is a charming, lively creature, and goes through it spankingly.

Try to compose your thoughts.