very like the chary pronouns above

Buried over there with a lot of dead Catholics, was Aunt May’s imprecation.

with turreted walls, parapets, crenelations, machicolations, bartizans, a harrowing variety of domes and spires in staggering Romanesque, Byzantine effulgence, and Gothic run riot in mullioned windows

But other holy appliances were kept handy, for a rousing ceremony to speed the foreign visitor who rested up on the hill. Reliquaries were opened

censers swung in dangerous arcs, beads fingered and psalters thumbed

their petrous visages

The sermons thundered at them from the pulpit of their peaceful church increased in violence, and embraced expiatory petitions to the Lord their God less and less frequently

In front of the Bourse, a deaf-mute soccer team carried on conversation in obstreperous silence.

it relapsed into the expression of intent vacancy which it had not lost, even in the interruption of surprise, a peremptory confusion which had seemed, for that instant, to empty it even further

gazing toward that full-blown flower whose fey petals curled and yellowed round its white spore-bearing carpel