Bid him farwell, commit him to the Graue,

I have developed a taste for fine wine.

A rider on a horse approaches: a torch attached to saddle or bridle illuminates a beamful of plummeting needles of rain, as if to reveal them rather than clarify the way forward for the rider.

Her aunt answered, 'You just go off my child. There are two young women here who are big enough and ugly enough to help me with the dishes.'