Thys is he of whome I spake, he that commeth after me, was before me be cause he was yer than I.

So this was my future home, I thought! Certainly it made a brave picture. I had seen similar ones fired-in on many a Heidelberg stein. Backed by towering hills, […] a sky of palest Gobelin flecked with fat, fleecy little clouds, it in truth looked a dear little city; the city of one's dreams.

essorant spirits, essorant rhetoric, an essorant lark

Ethel was yet bathing her eyes with elderflowers, preparatory to going, when her departure was again delayed by another visitor.