The bride, thinking he is looking at her, casts down her eyes, pensive in her joy.
She casts down her eyes and stammers: "To promise—to keep your word."
Clara casts down her eyes, takes his hand, and leans upon him.
He casts down his black head-dress, and it is instantly turned into grapes; he fled while she was eating them.
Nowadays England, whose Loyola is named Wesley, ...