автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  The Beetle

Richard Marsh

Suchlike agreeable reflections were fit company for the wind and the wet

had I not been held up, willy nilly, by the spell which was upon me, I should have sunk down, then and there, in a hopeless, helpless, hapless heap.

As a matter of course it was locked, and, once more, I had to search for something which would serve as a rough-and-ready substitute for the missing key.