The critic approached, moving with the steps of one in a familiar medium, disdaining claims of time past and future, both contained in this limicolous present.

Mr. Inononu stood a stolid five feet and four inches from the ground

And I might say, he added with slight asperity, —it’s not entirely a pose.

they stood side by side, sustaining a perilous abeyance between them, and weighing the room before them in the balance

They were silent and attentive while he put the glasses back on, and said, peremptorily, —Come with me, I’ve got something to show you

Muffled caterwauling came from the radio.

Basil Valentine first looked to the foot of the stairs, there saw nothing but the still caparisoned bulk.

A small figure clutching a filthy dollar bill fixed him with a strabismic stare.

With contumely masked as charity on the one hand, and charity proffered as indifference by the other

this panegyric upon Julian written by Himerius