Here is the house,” said Septimus, after a reference to his pocket-book; “this is the number.
He hails the Rev. Septimus with a genial laugh and a hearty grasp of the hand.
Septimus murmured the name of his sedate club, where his dissolute morning appearance was still remembered against him.
The Rev. Septimus removes his hat, wipes his forehead, and replaces his hat.
As she was running away Septimus caught sight of her, and his cruel instincts were aroused.
The Rev. Septimus followed him into the room where the players change.
Septimus, however, sipped the decoction of the dust of ages with his usual placidity.
Septimus was the youngest of seven children, most of whom were orphans.
Occasionally Septimus, though the son of a teacher, made grammatical mistakes.
It is kind of frustratin' though, don't you think, Septimus?