A niggard was a movable side to the kitchen grate which could be wound up with a handle so as to make the fire […]

The padre in my neighborhood — Santa Ana — was having some kind of a fiesta, and had hired a very brass band. This band kept up its martial airs for hours and hours after I got home, with grand finales — or what each time I hoped would be the grand finale, every five minutes.

Instead the particular muzari agreed to take his crops to be sold in the khan of his khanji.

By this point the fulcrum of concern is the stuprum of men upon men, described as more prevalent than that upon women.