Her proper face I not descerned in that darkesome shade, But weend it was my loue, with whom he playd.

[…] the single design has been identified as a pauldron […] may well have misunderstood this French term and applied it to the high neckguard for the left side.

'Well,' she said, 'you can take your job and you can stuff it, because...' She stopped dead. 'My God,' she whispered, 'I've been wanting to say that to somebody all my life, and now I actually have. Whee!' She pulled herself together, straightened her back and picked up her handbag. 'Sorry,' she said, 'but I'm through.'

Young Jim shook his head. ‘The nearest station′s about fifty miles from there. We′ll hail a lift if we′re lucky. Otherwise it′s shanks′s pony.’