What about fugazis? Gio asked. Get some glass. / They're not fools, Maria said. Carlo said they will have an expert to check. / Alonzo whistled. Four mil? Sorry folks. Not even the flyest gangsters got that much ice on hand.

Since it seemed to lead in the right direction and its banks were virtually uninhabited, the shiplord declared it good fortune and chose to press on.

The ongoers laid Jake to rest under the rain-softened sod before they went, and left behind them also one-fifth of the provisions, some quinine, a tent, and half a dozen of the fattest steers.

Because of the tender mercy of our God, Whereby the dayspring from on high shall visit us