[…] I don't have to listen to some prairie nigger whine about ethics. Go drink it out on a reservation,Amanda said, breaking for the stairs. I'm Sicilian,Luca corrected. I don't care what tribe you're from!" […]

When I first went there more than 30 years ago it had patchworks of pocket-handkerchief fields.

If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak / And peg thee in his knotty entrails till / Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

She was not to be convinced, and so poor Mr. Graham, who was really exceedingly polite and affable to the ladies, was almost constantly provoking the green-eyed monster by his attentions to some one of the fair sex.