How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.

It's brick cold. Could you imagine stepping on this with your bare foot? Taylor said.

Without the proper resources, the young manager drew on his imagination to solve the crisis.

… as he suckled at her breast beneath the Welsh shawl. Tired but happier, Susannah Holmes remembered Mary's native logic when her name had been called. Oh well, cariads. One hell is as good as another.