Sentence The Eightythird
In the limpid afternoon, with sunlight dappled through overhanging leaves, as she lay safe and soft in Maude's embrace, Ello could almost fancy she heard a weary penitent shuffle to the garderobe, remove his hair shirt and slip on silken hose and cambric dress, which womanly attire earned him his soubriquet of Wullie the Wench!