Eleanor's sweet eyes shone so kindly on her successful rival, and she showed so frank and unenvious an admiration of Sylvia's wit and learning, displayed perhaps a trifle ostentatiously by that young lady in the ensuing conversation with Mrs. Draper, that Sylvia had a fresh, healing impulse of shame for her own recently acquired attitude of triumphing hostility towards the world.

Though they have a belter (Ms. Vitha) and a blues singer (Ms. Wolfe), the vampiness of their delivery suggested more theater than church in their backgrounds.

I think I have diarrhea so I'm gonna blow it up.

… Mr. John W. Amy, landlord of the Cross Keys at Arnold, Nottingham.