Liz, said Mr. Cootes, lost in admiration, when it comes to doping out a scheme, you're the snake's eyebrows!
Lady Constance's lips tightened, and a moment passed during which it seemed always a fifty-fifty chance that a handsome silver ink-pot would fly through the air in the direction of her brother's head.
I must say my heart leaped up, as Jeeves tells me his does when he beholds a rainbow in the sky.
I have been studying the principles of socialism deeply of late, and I came to the conclusion that I must join the cause. It looked good to me. You work for the equal distribution of property and star...
I could see exactly what must have happened. Insert a liberal dose of mixed spirits in a normally abstemious man, and he becomes a force. He does not stand around, twiddling his fingers and stammering...
Hercules.
He was, for a young man, extraordinarily obese. Already a second edition of his chin had been published,
He picked up one of the dead bats and covered it with his handkerchief. ‘Somebody’s mother,’ he murmured reverently.
It went automatically to a heavy-weight mother with beetling eyebrows who looked as if she had just come from doing a spot of knitting at the foot of the guillotine.
The Duke of Dunstable had one-way pockets. He would walk ten miles in the snow to chisel an orphan out of tuppence.
Six of the juiciest from a cane of the type that biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder, as the fellow said.
Shaven lawns, and a general atmosphere of what is known as old-world peace. Cows were
What on earth are you doing in Paris? I asked.Bertie, old man, said Biffy solemnly, I came here to try and forget.Well, you've certainly succeeded.
This woman always made Freddie feel as if he were being disembowelled by some clumsy amateur.
The last few minutes of waiting in a cupboard are always the hardest.
Still, he could balance himself with one hand on an inverted ginger-ale bottle while revolving a barrel on the soles of his feet. There is good in all of us.
She was a shrewd woman, and knew that the art of life is to know when to stop talking. What words have accomplished, too many words can undo. Good-bye.
Presently, the cow’s audience-appeal began to wane. It was a fine cow, as cows go, but, like so many cows, it lacked sustained dramatic interest.
Personally I couldn't manage it. I don't think I ever saw a child who made me feel less sentimental. He was one of those round, bulging kids.
One uses the verb ‘descend’ advisedly, for what is required is some word suggesting instantaneous activity. About Baxter’s progress from the second floor to the first there was nothing halting or hesi...