I do not object to the phenomena, but I do object to the parrot.
That would be delightful,' agreed Flora, thinking how nasty and boring it would be.
She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple.
Well,' said Mrs Smiling, 'it sounds an appalling place, but in a different way from all the others. I mean, it does sound interesting and appalling, while the others just sound appalling.
Happiness can never hope to command so much interest as distress.
And when April like an over-lustful lover leaped upon the lush flanks of the Downs there would be yet another child in the wretched hut down on Nettle Flitch Field, where Meriam housed the fruits of her shame.