What's the little missy's name? said Tom, at last, when he thought matters were ripe to push such an inquiry. Evangeline St. Clare, said the little one, though papa and everybody else call me Eva.

Then Saxon cynings ruled, with various fortune, / Six centuries; ( fighting ofttimes, king against king.)

We constructed the radio from spares.

[W]ith eloquent arts he had cajoled a young girl into a secret marriage.