Prosper, as far as he was concerned, was suffering from want of sleep.
Prosper's answer was ready to slip from his tongue; he hesitated.
Prosper had stopped to let the donkey drink from the stream.
Prosper looked about him, taxing his recollection fruitlessly.
And, as well as the shawl, I shall have something to send to Prosper's old friend.
"She washes lace for ladies, ...