"Is it there ye are?" said I thin to mesilf, "and it's thrue for you, Pathrick, that ye're the fortunittest mortal in life.
"Is it there ye are, Mounseer Maiter-di-dauns?" and so down I plumped on the lift side of her leddyship, to be aven with the willain.
"Well, then, if it don't itch and can't itch, what in the nation
is it scratching it for?
Well, well, Vixen, you foolish wench, what
is it, what
is it?
"What is it, dear children?" the Professor asked, beaming on them with a very different look from what Uggug ever got from him.
How much is it, this year, my man?" The tailor had come in while he was speaking.
Was it as a result of your frustration over too many requests or
is it true?
Is it worth making myself more tired, more anxious, busier and all the rest of it?
How weird
is it going from being the one getting told harsh truths on X Factor to telling everyone else what you think?
What exactly
is it that you are doing with this site?
well, the good news
is it can be ordered from the UK.
As a professional and an academic (or
is it a professional/academic?), I'm continually appalled, and baffled, by the gap (chasm?) that insulates these wings.