Serene, smiling, enigmatic, she faced him with no fear whatever showing in her dark eyes.[…]She put back a truant curl from her forehead where it had sought egress to the world, and looked him full in the face now,[…].
Come, every frustum longs to be a cone, And every vector dreams of matrices.
Lady Cheron looks at the cupboards. Both apple butter and apple jelly, as well as grapple (grape-apple) jelly are sitting in little mason jars on the top shelf.
grapple
He stashed his liquor in the cabinet under the bar.
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