No, I'm just skittish, Mr. Quick. Just plain skittish.

Mixed Precipitation

I stood on his feet.

You're moody.

Kinda wobbly, aren't you?

The unsteady hand betrays.

Love for a woman is fickle as the moon.

You're a strange, moody person.

Fickle, adoring... false and true together.

This guy was back on his feet immediately.

I often stepped on his foot.

You take the feet. It's lighter.

If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune

The boy is capricious. He needs correction.

Standing behind at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears, and she wiped them with the hair of her head, kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.

And stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.

It was a tough job getting it on its feet.

That embraced his noble feet

You two just leave his feet alone.

Is he always so changeful and abrupt?

Fausto's a good boy. He's just a little fickle.

So Grandfather's in this too.

Then his left leg, then his right.

At an early age, he left Warsaw on foot and penniless.

One of my Twitter friends can type only with his toes.

I don't think I ever saw him standing on his own two feet without something to hold him up.

Now he's on foot, walking back to the main road.

But I was still troubled, and I was troubled because I felt this was capricious.

Unless your grandfather crossed me up, it's halfway home by now.

Put his feet in there first, Tom.

Don't press your luck. Kiss his feet!

He was a man with a white robe, sandals on his feet and AK 47

Man on a horse, a man on foot they're two different things.

JULlET O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle

But what, are they the only ones with tempers?

And to write a new operating system was not a capricious matter.

Mr. Marvel by way of reply struggled to his feet, and was immediately rolled over again.

He was covered with mud from head to foot.

He was covered in mud from head to foot.

Grunwalski... froze to death.

'But about his toes?' the Mock Turtle persisted.

Why couldn't you just look at his feet?

Then suddenly, he stood up, saying, Oh, my stomach, my stomach!

Then they weighed him down with a cross and scourged him.

It was complex, but there was something capricious about its complexity.