Clara's father, a trollish ne'er-do-well who spent most of his time in brothels and saloons, would disappear for days and weeks at a stretch, leaving Clara and her mother to fend for themselves.

“The arguability of the claims depends wholly on oral conversations which are not documented,” he said.

The Lord went before them by day in a pillar of a cloud, to lead them the way.

A bleached or unbleached thin white cotton cloth, unprinted and undyed. [Nineteen varieties are thereafter listed.]