If they keep marching as speedily as they are now, they should reach us within three days."

About everything that he wrote, serious or sportive, there was a certain natural grace and decorum[…]

the Tree, being sobbed and wet, ſwells the Wood

With this in mind, my father hid my brother and sister (who were still quite small), under his bulky overcoat with hand-made pockets. I walked, stout-heartedly, beside him. This way my parents hoped and prayed that the Turks would see only one child and let us pass by unharmed.