The workers were shooling gravel and tarmac into the pothole in the road.

He kept a whole row of pipes there ready loaded, stuck in a rack, within easy reach of his hand; and, whenever he turned in, he smoked them all out in succession, lighting one from the other to the end of the chapter; then loading them again to be in readiness anew.

The mind of Dr. Z., however, proved to be unrestable. It got some respite in making tables and cabinets but, first thing he knew, they had all kinds of machinery inside them.

In the 1970s, private investors tried to get a corner on the silver market, but were ultimately unsuccessful.