Arguments have no chance against petrified training; they wear it as little as the waves wear a cliff.

And her training was everybody's.

The brightest intellect in the land would not have been able to see that her position was defective.
As we entered the rack-cell I caught a picture that will not go from me; I wish it would.

A native young giant of thirty or thereabouts lay stretched upon the frame on his back, with his wrists and ankles tied to ropes which led over windlasses at either end.

There was no color in him; his features were contorted and set, and sweat-drops stood upon his forehead.