Tarry, tarry, ye wha were aye sae blythe to be at the meetings of the saints, and wad ride every muir in Scotland to find a conventicle.

Wait untilthe dog is otherwise engaged—sniffing the floor, looking out a window, countersurfing on a table—and not near a human.

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The streets radiated out from the new shopping centre like the spokes of a wheel.