When the enterprising burglar isn't burgling; When the cut-throat isn't occupied in crime; He loves to hear the little brook a-gurgling; And listen to the merry village chime.

Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.

Bind up their wounds - but look the other way.

It isn't so much what's on the table that matters, as what's on the chairs.

Saturday afternoon, although occurring at regular and well-foreseen intervals, always takes this railway by surprise.

All bayonets are bad.

Deerstalking would be a very fine sport if only the deer had guns.