Her aunt answered, 'You just go off my child. There are two young women here who are big enough and ugly enough to help me with the dishes.'

A rider on a horse approaches: a torch attached to saddle or bridle illuminates a beamful of plummeting needles of rain, as if to reveal them rather than clarify the way forward for the rider.

I have developed a taste for fine wine.

Bid him farwell, commit him to the Graue,