The illustration accompanies a section of text setting out directions for estimating the size of a headwound.

Those who do not cross this line might have been taken in by the cuffer, at least for a while, or they might just be disagreeing for the sport of it, and the same for those that agree with the storyteller.

Mrs. MacAndrew smoothed down the lap of her gown, and gold bangles fell over her wrists.

He was a tiny wiry-haired fellow with a pale, sharp-featured face and restless movements.