The Priest pulled the light merino carriage rug higher about his knees.

At home there was still a brisk traffic in the touch-pieces given to the sufferer at the royal ceremony, and subsequently worn round the neck as a souvenir or a protective amulet.

Maj. Cloutier commented to Lt. Clemm, You know what they say about a girl who smokes: If she smokes, she pokes.

And the first days of it, he was going to give to bookshelves and pictures — those watercolors by Larry Johns he'd bought last year, nice, loose, sure-handed sketches of the surf, rocks, dunes around the handsome beach house Johns shared with Tom Owens.