The kernel may be all well and good.

But there is precious little kernel, to a lot of woolly stuffing and poisonous rind.
The gardens to Sir William's place were not imposing, and still rather war-neglected.

But the pools of water lay smooth in the bright air, the flowers showed their colour beside the walks.

Many birds dashed about, rather bewildered, having crossed the Alps in their migration southwards.

Aaron noted with gratification a certain big magnificence, a certain reckless powerfulness in the still-blossoming, harsh-coloured, autumn flowers.