The Servian witches dance ' na pometno guvno,' on the swept thrashingfloor, probably on a high mountain...

We sit down to our meals, suspect not the intrusion of armed uninvited guests, who erewhiles, we know, were wont to surprise us.

She reached the hospital in time to receive the antidote for the snake venom.

the dastardly man who insolently compared the flights of a swan to the waddlings of the domestic duck