She loved him so passionately, and he was so godlike in her eyes; and being, though untrained, instinctively refined, her nature cried for his tutelary guidance. And thus, though Tess kept repeating to herself, 'I can never be his wife,' the words were vain.

United were given an absolute stuffing by City.

Cephalomancy was divination by a donkey's head […]

The readograph tells you what movie is playing. I know, because I'm the one that changes it, up above over the street, little red and green letters that tell you what is on, sometimes who is in it, and that's really all you need to know.