Marjolin had been found in a heap of cabbages at the Market of the Innocents.
The innocents abroad, young man,Are frightened by you twain.
If this was how Lydia and Madame Beattie spent their hours of talk, let them, the innocents.
There was a slaughter of the innocents last month—that is, if they ever reached you.
I was watching the slaughter of the innocents on the tennis-court.