The heavy motor warmed up with a full-throated roar, then there was a grinding clash of gears, and George felt the old house tremble under him as the truck swung out into the street and thundered off.

I need TP for my bung-hole.

I remained about a year, cockying, clearing land, and herd-recording as a servant of the Department of Agriculture.

He makes his prentice his galley-slave. I wish our lane were purged of him.