“We shall be all right here,” said Le Sage, seating himself upon a stone.
How could Le Sage, who never had been in Spain, know this fact?
I feel like "waving aside all roofs," in the way of Le Sage's Asmodeus.
She was beautiful but had no fortune, and Le Sage had little practice.
He hasn't been to Le Sage's, nor to another place which I tried.
But he was not going to take any marching orders from Le Sage.
We have only to compare him with Le Sage or Fielding, to judge of his vast superiority.
He was not talking much; Le Sage was drowsy and inclined to nod.
There was only one thing to be said under the circumstances, and Le Sage, being a sensible man, said it.
Le Sage by this time was reduced to exhausted speechlessness.