But my desire was different from the majority of other bepenised individuals, I reckon.

Sulphate of iron is atramentarious.

Duke Wilhelm […] seems to have been of a headlong, blustery, uncertain disposition; much tossed about in the controversies of his day.

For Mrs. Jones the draper’s wife to be able to boast that she bought a silk pincushion at twenty times its value from the Countess of Belminster—for Mrs. Smith the cheesemongeress to be able to show a photograph of Lady Eleanor Gore-Layton, signed with her own hand, are occasions that do not occur twice in a lifetime.