Where did you find Precious?" gasped Ethel, clinging to him in wild excitement.
— from The Senator's Favorite by Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
Les yex ot vairs, la bouche gente, Et le nez fait par grant entente; Cheveus ot blons, recercelés, Par espaules fu auques lés, Et gresles parmi la ceinture: Il resembloit une painture, Tant ere biaus et acesmés, Et de tous membres bien formés.
— from Chaucer's Works, Volume 1 (of 7) — Romaunt of the Rose; Minor Poems by Geoffrey Chaucer
“May God forbid, poor girl,” exclaimed Con; “it would lave us all a sad heart.
— from The Black Prophet: A Tale Of Irish Famine Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of William Carleton, Volume Three by William Carleton
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