She was so mad she wouldn't speak to me for quite a spell, but at last I coaxed her into going up to Miss Emmeline's room and fetching down a tintype of the missing Deacon man.

Great shame it is , thing fo divine in view , Made for to be the worlds most ornament, To make the bayte her gazers to embrew

[…] so let me find you a roommate. I'll even filter out the douchewads for you.

New South Wales is quite literally regarded as a place where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest; that is, a paradise for uncles who have turned dishonest and for nephews who are born tired.