Later she remembered them as ensorcelled houses; beghosted by their occupants' fears of disappointment, by the memories of their lives and other lives they might have had.

He praised your cigaret, cursed feebly because his fresh milk tasted sour to him, and quietly went west.

"De ole jedge has be'n a little onreg'lar sence de wah, suh; but he gin'ally gits roun' 'bout ten o'clock er so...

At Court your fellowes every day, Give th'art of Riming, Huntsmanship, or Play,