To accuse a priest! said someone in a tone of indignation, and a murmur arose at once in sympathy. ¶ It moved the young officer to mirth. He half-swung on his heel so as to confront those mutterers.

We wish, however, to avail ourselves of the interest, transient as it may be, which this work has excited.

And don't call me Your Holiness, Daimbert, unless you expect me to start calling you Your Wizardliness! The candles were lit, and the bishop's servant brought the soup.

Quoth he, 'It is not the jessamine one smells, but a slave-girl named Jessamine, whom my father would not buy for me.'