I red ye weel, tak care o' ſkaith, / See there's a gully! The poem is written in Scots.]

“Baby, don't ever apologize for something that's out of your control. I always enjoy myself when I'm with you. Whether we're in Georgia or Florida, wherever we are, it always feels like a baecation,” I said smiling.

She was a fresh, pretty woman, clad always in white with elbow sleeves.

There was, however, a row back on the question of the use of force which, while not totally rejected as a course of action, will only be resorted to when all other possibilities have been exhausted.