According to them all sorcerers, necromancers and evil-doers were born under the baleful influence of the seventh calendic sign[.]

If she had a breath of common sense, she would never have spoken to the man in the first place.

[…] Mary Merris had found it good to shed tears in this little, funny old room, wherein an old man who had looked on life had brought into being a beautiful faith in the essential somewhereness of God.

He celebrated after the sale of company.