Draw the air well in after an outward breath, to empty the lungs.
The three voices made the air well acquainted with the affair.
The air well warmed up, Nature in her jocund mood, still, all leaf and sap.
Then Louis Raincy whistled an air well known to both of them, "Can ye sew cushions, can ye sew sheets?"
The moonlight playing across the sky had caught something white and ...