“You grew up on me, Aly,” he murmured, the words rough, almost in awe.” — A.L. Jackson Copy Share Image
“proud and commanding was her mien and so terrible the import of her words, that these rough hinds shrank away from her and the woman hid her face in her hands. But Sir John thundered threats and oaths at them,… — H. Rider Haggard Copy Share Image
