The second upped the ante, taking aim at “cray,” “jelly,” “literally,” “teehee,” and “totes.”
It would not have surprised me to learn that there were lights in many windows of cray's Folly to-night.
Colonel cray was regarding his host with a strange and steady stare.
If luncheon had seemed extravagant, dinner at cray's Folly proved to be a veritable Roman banquet.
Colonel cray leaned forward a little and clutched the tablecloth.
About mid-day the body was removed, after which an oppressive and awesome stillness seemed to descend upon cray's Folly.
And cray lay in a deck-chair, gasping as for life, but alive.
The words 'vicar' and 'cray' suggested something like domestic service without its rights, gentility without its privileges.
Nevertheless,” cray opened the window door, “somebody has been here.
"Perhaps Fane will recite to us his discovery," said Mr. cray, scratching his scurfy head with the gnawed end of a penholder.