On the table lay an illuminated missal and a silver crucifix. The Abbess herself was seated in the chair—pale, abstracted, and with features whose expression, in repose at least, was severe.

The street sounds to the soldiers’ tread, / And out we troop to see: / A single redcoat turns his head, / He turns and looks at me.

This parse is incorrect and indicates a fault in the parser.

So far as we can determine, peanut butter has no effect on the rotation of the earth.