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Out of the Meshes II 273: ‘Would not your Royal Highness like to come into the next room and see the dancers?’ said the Major in great perplexity, forgetting all about the inflected verbs. / ‘No, Bobbery Bob! I’ll drink some more sherbet, old man’. Out of Meshes III 65: What hope can you have for the immortal welfare of people who call courtesy to ladies ‘doing Sammy!’ and a man of pleasing conversational powers like my Major Pulfington Belper ‘a buck-stick?’. Out of the Meshes 208: Although she was thrown amongst dull, ridiculous, curry-eating fogies, still their pomps and vanities, and luxuries and glitter, were pretty nearly as substantial as the other pomps and vanities of the world. Out of the Meshes III 263: ‘I want some mehtai, saucy-wollah!’ said the little girl, breaking away and climbing up Mr Charley Simpkin’s knees and searching that officer’s pockets. ‘I’ll bring some in the afternoon, it is too early now. The shops are not open!’ ‘What, haven’t you got any? Oh, you are very Nutkhut’. Out of the Meshes I 42: ‘We’ll drive to the club to hear the gup’. Out of the Meshes 200: A fop in London, a fop in Timbuctoo, and a fop in Nawaubgunge have different fashions, and our young friend had got-up in the most approved summer costume of the latter city, for a motive that may hereafter appear. ‘Been peacocking, young man? Eh!’ began the Major. ‘I have been making a visit or two, Major,’ said Mr Simpkin. Out of Meshes 180: ‘Where all roads are bad you must take a rough one. The Major is very probably not a very able officer, but he would listen to reason, he would be very easily led.’‘He’s quite a poggle!’.