I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags.
We can’t possibly stay here, I said; and as I spoke the firing reopened for a moment upon the common. «But where are we to go?» said my wife in terror. I thought perplexed. Then I remembered her cousins at Leatherhead.
