Talk of the devil, and his horns appear.
About, about, in reel and rout the death fires danced at night.
Friendship is a sheltering tree.
The first man of science was he who looked into a thing, not to learn whether it furnished him with food, or shelter, or weapons, or tools, armaments, or playwiths but who sought to know it for the gratification of knowing.
Force yourself to reflect on what you read, paragraph by paragraph.
The fastidious taste will find offence in the occasional vulgarisms, or what we now call slang, which not a few of our writers seem to have affected.