Andrei doubted Miss Kincaid was of an easily persuaded nature. “I must?” “You cannot bespell her. The thing must be given freely or misfortune rebounds.” Ah, but Andrei had already bespelled the lass. Or mayhap she had bespelled him.

Though, as it afterwards turned out, the Yankee had money enough about him, and was merely playing the ’possum all the while.

For suffering under a Muslimistic/Hinduistic/Buddhistic/ Jewishistic/ quasi Christianistic regime of primary spiritualistic essences, they might well ask: Where was my father when I needed him?

Why not call your ever-loving wife?