[…] Mary Merris had found it good to shed tears in this little, funny old room, wherein an old man who had looked on life had brought into being a beautiful faith in the essential somewhereness of God.

If she had a breath of common sense, she would never have spoken to the man in the first place.

He celebrated after the sale of company.

According to them all sorcerers, necromancers and evil-doers were born under the baleful influence of the seventh calendic sign[.]