In front of him were great piles of blackened eugarie shells, relics of past aboriginal feasts. But the fires that had burned here among the dunes were long dead, and there was no sign of recent use of the site.

Buffy: No, but, see, Mom, that doesn't really work for me. We're just going to the magic shop, no school supplies there. Dawn: Yeah, Mom. I'm not going to Hogwarts.

Buckingham bit his lip, for he saw the introduction of Lady Derby was likely to confuse and embroil every preparation which he had arranged for his defence; […]

Before the birth of the man's child, he said: I want a son, not a daughter.