That he has given a fair character of the Crested dog's tail, I have proved by by repeated experiments; in the North of Ireland, we know its panicles but two well, under the name of windle straws.

[…] he gave him a note to Mr. Harmon, one of the head managers of Durham’s— “The bearer, Jurgis Rudkus, is a particular friend of mine, and I would like you to find him a good place […]

I had been scrubbed clean and painted and was wearing my breechcloth.

I met my husband through a mutual friend at a party. It wasn't love at first sight; in fact, we couldn't stand each other at first!