Leave him alone$$$ he's as mad as a hatter!

I consider in my own mind whether thou art a spirit$$$ sometimes$$$ or sometimes an evil imp$$$" said the lama$$$ smiling slowly.

And if somehow my conduct ain't all your fancy paints$$$ why single men in barracks don't grow into plaster saints...

I've never done any cattle-liftin'$$$ but it seems to me-e-e that one might just as well be stalky about a thing as not.

Good luck go with you$$$ O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.

Chasing silly rose leaves.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br>And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss$$$<br>And lose$$$ and start again at your beginnings$$$<br>And never breathe a word about your loss...

Winds of the World$$$ give answer! They are whimpering to and fro<br>And what should they know of England who only England know?

A churel is the peculiarly malignant ghost of a woman who has died in child-bed. She haunts lonely roads$$$ her feet are turned backwards on the ankles$$$ and she leads men to torment.

You perceive$$$ do you not$$$ that our national fairy tales reflect the inmost desires of the Briton and the Gaul?