The second day, she put on a reasonably unstinky corduroy shirt and the lawyer paid her a visit in her room.

Marion dumped Alice in the wheelbarrow with slices of honeybread between dock leaves on her lap, and wheeled it down the garden, past the beans, darkening as they ripened, past the peas, palening as they ripened, past the neat rows of onions and cabbages.

...to war the Scot, and borders to defend...

The flashing light on the answering machine bore testimony to the unanswered call.