fat pine

About our Eric Garners—too fat, too scared, too noncompliant, too many kids—there are always, as Flagg knows well, excuses.

Give a sweet savour, and a memorial of fine flour, and make a fat offering, and then give place to the physician.

Then a fat, untidy old man appeared in the doorway of a cubicle within the shop, and Edwin Clayhanger blushed.

While he openeth his hands he shall rejoice: but transgressors shall pine away in the end.

He wished her mother had not been quite such an appalling person, fat and painted.

It was a spring day, and the fat buds of the chestnuts were bursting into magnificent green plumes.