That ere youngster we went arter, by Mr. Bofort's wish, was a pall of his.
They sat in one of the two large boxes of the Pall Mall Theatre.
Even the azure, the everlasting azure, began to pall upon him.
The rain beat down in a drizzle, and for miles the smoke hung like a pall.
Did he imagine the mountain-paths of the Basilicata were like Pall Mall?
"You leave my top-hamper ...