In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.
The fascination of shooting as a sport depends almost wholly on whether you are at the right or wrong end of the gun.
Mike nodded. A sombre nod. The nod Napoleon might have given if somebody had met him in 1812 and said, so, you're back from Moscow, eh?
If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.
A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life's gas-pipe with a lighted candle.
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.
He had just about enough intelligence to open his mouth when he wanted to eat, but certainly no more.
He's such a dear, Mr. Garnet. A beautiful, pure, bred Persian. He has taken prizes.""He's always taking something - generally food.
This was not Aunt Dahlia, my good and kindly aunt, but my Aunt Agatha, the one who chews broken bottles and kills rats with her teeth.
