I was a bit of a deadleg in them days. You know, footloose and inclined to be rather flirtatious with the ladies.

"Harry and Hassan are getting the car re-ammoed; they dropped me off here.

“Will you,” said he, “run the risk of losing your souls? Will you run the risk of missing heaven? Will you run the risk of perishing in your sins, and dying without hope?”

The gates of the toun hath he upplight, and on his bak ycaried them hath he, …