If you really believed and if you waited ever so quietly, you would see Dotty the witch pottering around in her kitchen or picking herbs to put in her potato stew.
Langland is, I think, optimistically insisting on the accommodatedness even of the fallen world of sin and suffering to the spiritual aspirations of man.
Saft in his arms he caught her up, Winsome Annie Ramsay. An' swang her lichtly to the croup, Winsome Annie Ramsay.
She sat down, sobbing — somewhat stagily now — through a litany of names of those who might comfort her, take her in their arms to say: Don't cry any more, darling. The bad, bad days are over now.
Don't cry any more, darling. The bad, bad days are over now.
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