Not, of course, that she actually expected the wretched child to heed her command.

And it occurred to her suddenly that there might be one more way of finding those wretched children.

It might even have been the wretched children.

At last Corinth, the mother city, taking pity on her wretched child, sent them a general, a good man it seems.

"What would our prince want with such a wretched child?"

Perhaps the wretched child would eat something now.

"A wretched child it'll be, coming from such loins as that."

"When I put my hands on the wretched child, she will wish she were still a novice."

Remember those wretched children in the last three or four villages, lining the road?

I'm sitting here having a calm conversation with this wretched child who is going to kill me!