By agreement of all but the purblind and the paradoxer, Shakespeare.
When she had gone, Mrs. Purblind and I breathed more freely.
“Well, this life is too much for me,” murmured Mrs. Purblind drearily.
Mrs. Purblind insists I did not do that, exactly, but that I got rid of her.
Where Peel was strong and penetrating, Palmerston was weak and purblind.
There was something ...