The odour was pungently alkaline, the heat sultry; we heard the hissing of polecats in the entrance and exit rotundas; sometimes a terrible roar, a complaint of anger, pain, or ennui, arose and shook the panes.
— from Nooks & Corners of Old Paris by Georges Cain
I am not saying that the people of this country approved of the war which Italy thought good to wage against Turkey, or were pleased at the horrible slaughter in the Balkans.
— from Personality in Literature by R. A. (Rolfe Arnold) Scott-James
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