He helped Crabbe along to the rough landing-stage, a groaning Crabbe sorry for himself, a Crabbe with a bandaged foot, looking like a gouty uncle[.]

‘Hail!’ Her clear cry echoed off the cliffs like a tantara, and was answered at once by one thrilling shout from a myriad of voices: ‘Hail!’

And even if they use condoms, Wendell is young. His sperm is likely to be extremely motile.

After weeks of blowing smoke, her credibility with me was next to nil.