The other, dwarfed and prehensile, might in its uncanny silhouette have been an imp of darkness from the nether regions.

Watching where shepherds pen their flocks at eve In hurdled cotes amid the field secure

… But such is life — hard upon hard from ord to end; and if I had not been made of the best of neat-leather, the longer in water the tougher, I would have melted away with my tears long ago!

It's disgraceful the way that they've treated you. I should write and complain.