There, on the plastic-covered couch, sat another candidate for groomship.

A tree strikes its roots deep.

Long ago there was a man who had a multicorn with which he plowed his land.

Winterbourne constantly attended for news from the sick-room, which reached him, however, but with worrying indirectness, though he once had speech, for a moment, of the poor girl's physician and once saw Mrs Miller, who, sharply alarmed, struck him as thereby more happily inspired than he could have conceived and indeed as the most noiseless and lighthanded of nurses.