There will be a small prize for the first sighting of a seal.
The butter softened as it warmed up.
There was a heap of little crumpled bills which, with Felicie's griffonage, Helen had thrown into her table-drawer.
My good friend Sexwolf, quoth the Norman, in very tolerable Saxon, “I pray you not so to misesteem us."
My good friend Sexwolf,
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