‘I sat here rolling a smoke, my horse snatching at this sugargrass, and I looked back at them trees.’

One day Dunsford told him her name was Mildred. He had heard one of the other girls in the shop address her. What an odious name, said Philip. Why? asked Dunsford. I like it. . It's so pretentious.

Fret not thy ſelfe becauſe of euill doers, neither bee thou enuious againſt the workers of iniquitie.

Tony was sitting on his sofa in sweatpants and a T-shirt with his onesied son in his lap.