In Sir Henry Meredith's appearance there was nothing that won upon the sight, though the limner had done his best for him. The countenance had no character. But his consort was indeed lovely, like, and yet not like, the daughter who now watched her.

The ball popped in and popped out, and when he made a grab for it on the ground he kicked it with his foot.

The reduced, bivalent iron partly migrates and partly becomes fixed in the form of leptochlorites or siderite.

“He don’t sell cotton, mother—only books,” cried the eldest; “and oh! he’s got such a beautiful ‘Robinson Crusoe,’ jamful of pictures;[…]”