“You can rely on me!” Varya said, still more earnestly and enthusiastically, still leaning heavily on the counter, noticing briefly and forgetting at once that her bare elbow had crushed a stray smut from the Primus mender's booth.

The hare cried and complained of the terrible February cold and the disgusting chatter of the owls[.]

But in the second column the Britannia Pacific , though with one coach less, showed a cleaner pair of heels, ….

Time and time again, as Silbert Uriah Heeped his way through the trial, every other word to Sirica modified with a fawning if the court please until everyone was sick of it, Glanzer would pull on his coattail, whisper in his ear, and steer him from the brink of error.