The hearty masculine laugh with which my friend usually concluded his observations, was, I take leave to think, richer music to his ears than ever Egyptian heard in the dark rollings of the Nile, or Epicurean dreamt of in the airy dance of atoms.
— from Valerius. A Roman Story by J. G. (John Gibson) Lockhart
Once I was inveigled into editing and arranging a souvenir book for University College Hospital, of which more anon.
— from Thirteen Years of a Busy Woman's Life by Mrs. (Ethel) Alec-Tweedie
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