Well, it rained mortar and masonry the rest of the week.

This was the report; but probably the facts would have modified it.
It was an effective miracle.

The great bothersome temporary population vanished.

There were a good many thousand tracks in the mud the next morning, but they were all outward bound.
If I had advertised another miracle I couldn't have raised an audience with a sheriff.
Merlin's stock was flat.

The king wanted to stop his wages; he even wanted to banish him, but I interfered.