She ate her paw-paw, buttered a piece of toast, stirred her tea round and round — and tasted no food; was aware of nothing she was doing.
He'd bought a ton of silver to forge magic swords that would slay the Stark wargs.
On the way they pointed out the tennis court and the old summerhouse, a mock tholos, Doric by way of Pompeii, and Stanford White, and (said Francis, who was scornful of this Victorian effort at classicism) D. W. Griffith and Cecil B. De Mille.
Mansions and workers' two-up-two-downs sprawled all over the town, higgledy-piggledy.
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