Defoe's Ms. Flanders

Usage examples of moll.

A more superstitious sort would claim a goose had crossed over her grave, but Moll Gallagher knew better.

Cleaving to the doorframe, back straight, neck stiff, Moll kept her face turned from the table.

An orange cat slipped inside before Moll frowned and slammed the door.

As the teardrop of fire stretched, flickered, reddened, then wavered clear gold, Moll went afar.

Rose hovered behind Moll, trying to waft the pages closed, trying to ban the sour copper taste of blood.

Claret sat astraddle the bench, blocking Moll from view, and commenced a yodeling moan.

Abigail Fletcher, alias Madam Silver, stood on the sidewalk, about to snip the lifeline Moll Gallagher had found so fascinating.

He and the wretched mule had given over everything Moll wanted, today, and she could let him watch her hair toss as they hurried her home!

Poppy braced in the doorway, stammering that Moll had hiked into the storm, seeking herbs.

Day all but rode her down before Moll turned, eyes terror-wide above the muffling shawl.

Stranding would be no tragedy if he convinced Moll that only body warmth would keep them alive.

Day had the bare bones of the shelter assembled and the main joints lashed when he noticed Moll shaking her head.

Not only would it be amusing, it would help Moll shake off some starch.

She must make Moll believe, at least long enough to give her the list.

The parts of him that had nestled all night next to Moll alerted the rest.