I live with Marsha. We’re roommates. Audio (US) (file)

[…] we sailed in towards the city, and let fall our grappers [grappling irons] betwixt the island and the Main, right over against the goodly Garden Island.

I saw him once pulling whistlepig spines out of a stray redbone hound, keeping him calm with a soothy voice and holding him off from snapping while the spears came out. You could see he valued what he could do with his hands.

The Ecrouelleux, the Inconcevables, the Merveilleux, with their chins sunk in their huge cravats.