There were about half-a-dozen of them ; Lane, the rowing blue, and a swine I know in Magdalen, and a couple of toothbrushless Taffies...

She looked polite, and observed the oiled floors, hard-wood staircase, unused fireplace with tiles which resembled brown linoleum, cut-glass vases standing upon doilies, and the barred, shut, forbidding unit bookcases that were half filled with swashbuckler novels and unread-looking sets of Dickens, Kipling, O. Henry, and Elbert Hubbard.

And quit flouncing that rifle around like a swishy fag, wiggling the dressed ranks on my parade ground. Hear me, Private Driggers?

Watch ye therefore, and pray alwayes, that ye may be accompted worthy to escape all these things that shall come to passe, and to stand before the sonne of man.