Toby, placing his gold-rimmed spectacles on his nose, set our dinner to simmer and uncorked a demijohn of the old Verfeuille red which glowed in our glasses with the embers of old recollections of half-forgotten journeys and excursions of our youth by the light of the moon.∏

I would not undervalue the depth of his Notion; but perhaps he had heard that the Men of Toledo had store of good blade Mettle, and were excellent at Cutling

Superextra brand of glass. Rare, such glass. Carbonate of lead, you know.

Give us long rest or death, dark death or dreamful ease!