My mother called me Janey; my second name is Jane.

My brother Chillon says both.

Henrietta calls me Janey.' The creature appeared dead flesh to goads.

But the name of her sister-in-law on her lips returned the stroke neatly.

She spared him one whip, to cut him with another.
'You have not informed me which of these names you prefer.' 'Oh, my husband, it is as you shall please.' Fleetwood smartened the trot of his team, and there was a to-do with the rakish leaders.
Fairies of a malignant humour in former days used to punish the unhappiest of the naughty men who were not favourites, by suddenly planting a hump on their backs.