[…] St. Bede's at this period of its history was perhaps the poorest and most miserable parish in the East End of London. Close-packed, crushed by the buttressed height of the railway viaduct, rendered airless by huge walls of factories, it at once banished lively interest from a stranger's mind and left only a dull oppression of the spirit.

Many women think their ladybits are ugly or disfigured — let me reassure you that in 99.9% of cases they're not, […]

- - - I'll level with you, Mr. Cummings. Silver, he corrected. Sounds like the Lone Ranger's horse, she said.

this Professor is to give the society their stiffening, and infuse into their manners that beautiful political starch, which may qualify them for Levées, Conferences, Visits