She almost taunted Fleda with supineness in not getting something out of somebody—in the same breath indeed in which she drenched her with a kind of appreciation more onerous to the girl than blame.

He grasps the female from slightly below about the mid-mantle region and positions himself so his arms are close to the opening of her mantle.

In his zeal to de-paganize the Empire, Ambrose had baptized these garments along with their wearers—had indeed rooted their suitability in the Scriptures, rejecting as a hallmark of paganism and threat to the body politic only the sartorial excesses of perceived effeminacy, the cross-dressing condemned alike by Deuteronomy and Roman civic discourse.

Noble specimen he with the Greekesque bootees, tiger skin jock, and plastered all over with swellings that look like a bad case of boils.