But Richmond[…]appeared to lose himself in his own reflections. Some pickled crab, which he had not touched, had been removed with a damson pie; and his sister saw, peeping around the massive silver epergne that almost obscured him from her view, that he had eaten no more than a spoonful of that either.

Is the idea really yours? Or was it incepted into your mind by your friend?

to grate a window

and those of us who finished were promoted to the grade of airman third class - A3/C.