But I fancy it can't withstand the rigors of this climate any more than an unfireproof copy of one of your books could stand the caniculars of ours.

The mare and her foals, as though executing a spirited folk dance, pranced with loud whickerings among the guests.

Even as a 9-year-old girl, I had a thing for sweet, innocent cinnamon rolls – fictional characters who are too good for this world, too pure.

The fringed Curtaines of thine eyes aduance.