It weighed down her body as well, though that mattered little indeed.
What mattered it that the honey of it was as ashes in her mouth?
Whether she knew him as Le Moyne or as Edwardes mattered very little, after all.
What mattered it, whether or no there were a silver scutcheon on the coffin-lid?
Whether he were in the humour to profit by it, mattered not a jot.
He didn't ...