hot-air balloon

There was deep brown flesh, and bronze flesh, and pallid white flesh, and flesh turned red from the hot sun.

In the drawing-room things went on much as they always do in country drawing-rooms in the hot weather.

Bells were pealing and tolling in all directions, and the air was filled with the sound of distant shouts and cries.

“You appear to feel it so,” rejoined Mr. Pickwick, smiling at the clerk, who was literally red-hot.

It is to be remembered, however, that a few of these bacteria may reach the sputum from the upper air-passages.

We had now approached closely to the foot of the mountain-ranges, and their lofty summits were high above us in mid-air.