Once, she had cut her hair boy-short, but it had grown out in a halo of soft dark curls, making her look maybe fifteen.

But nether in this maner, nor any other particular procedyng, can we ſufficiently direct yow: but, notyng unto yow the generalitees of our deſyre, referr yow to apply your doings to the varieté and occurrency of thyngs there.

Walk around your corner; see-saw around your taw.

[Beaufort commands him to go in] No, no, after you, Baron-I insist!