After they had walked together for some time the tattered man mustered sufficient courage to speak.

He was enraged against the tattered man, and could have strangled him.

Turning at a distance he saw the tattered man wandering about helplessly in the field.

The simple questions of the tattered man had been knife thrusts to him.

A few tattered men and a rather larger number of slatternly-looking women moved around with no great activity.

So he was more than a little surprised when a tattered old man stepped out of the crowd to block his way.

He was a very tattered old man, on his last pins.

He turned toward the tattered man as one at bay.

Already, though there was sunlight in the haze, tattered old men and women were nodding off to sleep upon the seats.

For this tattered old man She had little experience with wild magic; was not even sure that she could call it up at will.