And, a day later, when everyone was picking up the scattered pieces of the world and attempting, somehow, to rig a new defense, she'd said more.
— from Slave Planet by Laurence M. Janifer
[243] Then the priest said to Roderick, "And now, dear son, confess your sin and let me shrive you."
— from Paul the Minstrel and Other Stories Reprinted from The Hill of Trouble and The Isles of Sunset by Arthur Christopher Benson
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