He grasps the female from slightly below about the mid-mantle region and positions himself so his arms are close to the opening of her mantle.

She almost taunted Fleda with supineness in not getting something out of somebody—in the same breath indeed in which she drenched her with a kind of appreciation more onerous to the girl than blame.

Noble specimen he with the Greekesque bootees, tiger skin jock, and plastered all over with swellings that look like a bad case of boils.

In his zeal to de-paganize the Empire, Ambrose had baptized these garments along with their wearers—had indeed rooted their suitability in the Scriptures, rejecting as a hallmark of paganism and threat to the body politic only the sartorial excesses of perceived effeminacy, the cross-dressing condemned alike by Deuteronomy and Roman civic discourse.