The men have all the sidewalk now, / There is no place for us to walk! / But though we must to insult bow, / We’re women, and at least we’ll talk! / A PEDESTRIANESS.

Wherever there were tracks of children, sleds, large dogs, other couples, or a solitary walker with long, steady paces, these footholes had filled with a veneer of ice.

Though her trial carried the ugly connotations of a perverse contagion in the body politic, her unwavering loyalty to the French king, despite his delivery of her over to the English), allowed royalist, nationalist, Catholic partisans to disimplicate themselves from the historical record of civil and theological injustice.

He said that […] Bella had been perfectly right to leave him, because he was a sinking ship, and deserved to be turned out penniless into the world.