Yes,” said Mills thoughtfully, “you are not a leaf, you might have been a tornado yourself.
Nothing is said of the occurrence of a tornado in northern Europe, in January, 1686.
As easy to strive with the tornado as with this wind of pain and death!
The tornado, overpassing river and plain, burst on the southern hills.
It lasted two and a half hours, that tornado, and it never relaxed in intensity.
Presently the room has the appearance of having been struck by a tornado.
Anyhow, the inside of a tornado is like a vacuum, the pressure is so low.
What a stunning sound they make, like the roaring of a tornado!
Instead of that, it is, if I may so speak, a tornado of ruin and misfortune.
I have dreadful health, which this tornado has not improved.