Mr. Bill was a knave.
The cobbler reached down and picked up his awl.
Her pottery was concave, this wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
Her mettle consisted of honesty.
Mrs. Mead was barren, the whole town feels sorry for her.
I was a soothsayer back when there were cowboys out west.
Her countenance showed her distaste.
He was accoutered for survival.
She was swept up in the torrent and sucked under.
He is still liable to the disease sir.
There was a rabblement gathered outside.
Outside her house, there were three rogues waiting to pounce.
The clouds looked portentous.
How do you construe the clues Detective?
She put the yoke on her oxen.
He was free of his bondage at last.
You are a no good piece of offal.
He walked in a gait way.
She studied alchemy and was very good at it too.
