Betwixt and between, like my good master's, when he cometh from a pour of rain, or a heavy spray.

And the color of the land was upon them here and there.
And the gold tags were sewn with something wonderful.

My best pair of scissors would not touch it.

I was frightened to put them to the tub, your worship; but they up and shone lovely like a tailor's buttons.

My master hath found him, Sir; and it lies with him to keep him.