She drew her flowers together and put them into the dusty little jhola she carried. It was stitched with bits of sequins that caught the sunlight and sparkled, a brave effort because the rest of the fabric that made it was so shabby.

The unmistakable directness and violence of Jesus' action shows it to have been undertaken and executed precisely as if the milieu were indeed not there to be counted. Here again is the character of action taken in the very face of the milieu without taking any notice of it. In any event, the one certainty is that the Roman milieu, so entirely ignored by his teaching, here came conclusively to touch upon it, putting Jesus to an end.

What between the Cowley cricketings, and the Isis boatings, Mr. Verdant Green only read by spasmodic fits […]

Better magickers were given fragments of the ball he'd rescued and used them as foci to deflect incoming shots.