If that be holiness, I could show you hogs in this forest who are fit to head the calendar.
Calendar's chuckle was not audible, but he broke the pause that followed.
Had she any tangible ground for believing that Calendar could be found in Queensborough?
Calendar surrendered an untenable position as gracefully as could be wished.
(Kirkwood set his mouth savagely) Calendar should have a run for his money!
The transaction by any name would smell no sweeter, Calendar.
How was he to know that Calendar had not arrived and found his way to her?
In Calendar's driver, however, he had an adversary of abilities by no means to be despised.
Thunderstruck, Calendar glanced hastily in the indicated direction.
With a grunt of approval, Calendar swept the weapon up and into his pocket.
