In any case it struck David as perfectly reasonable that his mother demand a description and even a photo of the bed where he planned to have sex; as he gigglingly obliged her with details over the phone, Lauren looked appalled, then resigned.

I remember the cry of the wood-peckers, or yaffils, as we call them in that country, going to roost in a pale autumnal evening […] .

...polished Scotch cart rigwoodie, with shaft rings, draught chains, &c,

If in Vice there be a perpetual Grassation, there must be in virtue a perpetual Vigilance