A man pushed his way out of the pack and, as he sheathed his blade, walked toward the blade-woman slowly.

He placed one paw on my right thigh and planted a slobbery dog kiss on my cheek. Well! Make yourself at home, why don't you? I joked.

[W]hen Catherine tried to draw him to court by proposing a marriage between him and her youngest daughter Margaret, Jeanne left him at home, and went herself to court. Catherine tried in vain to bend her will.

The moisture warped the board badly.