
"For weal or woe
"against the Crown and the public weal."
A city of peace where order shall not rest on force, but on the love of all for the city, the great mother of the common light and weal.
A matter of public weal!
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;
"For weal or woe
"against the Crown and the public weal."
A city of peace where order shall not rest on force, but on the love of all for the city, the great mother of the common light and weal.
A matter of public weal!
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, ere human statute purg'd the gentle weal;
Did you hold off any mention of the weals to the upper arms?
Great long weals, they are.
It's hard enough to mend three months on a slaver without new whip weals to salve.
Now, these weals to the upper arms...
Same mutilation, same marks on the wrists, same weals on the upper arms, same method of disposal.
Did you hold off any mention of the weals to the upper arms?
Great long weals, they are.
It's hard enough to mend three months on a slaver without new whip weals to salve.
Now, these weals to the upper arms...
Same mutilation, same marks on the wrists, same weals on the upper arms, same method of disposal.