Like young does caught in the beam of a hunter’s flashlight, two servingwomen in gray dresses froze and stared at Grace in round-mouthed surprise. […] On the floor was a small bundle of tattered cloth. The old servingwoman must have dropped it, like a miniature version of herself.

I notice he is quite muscular and very hairy – not at all like your typical uphill gardener.

I had really wanted to dive off the 10-metre platform, but in the end I bottled out.

The Lord God, merciful and gracious, long-suffering, and abundant in goodness and truth.