I do not like crooked, twisted, blasted trees. I admire them much more if they are tall, straight and flourishing.

For the plague, there is an houſe of many lodgeingꝭ [lodgeinges], two miles from Venice, called the Lazaretta, vnto the which all they of that houſe, wherin one hath been infected of the plague, are incontinẽtly ſent, and a lodgeyng ſufficiente appoincted for theim till the infection ceaſſe, that they may retourne.

Grace is animated, hostessy, a person not at all his daughter. She is wearing ruby-red lipstick and a mannish turtleneck[…]

Mary and John, you were right.