1
The next morning, the lord of Dyfed made for Gorsedd Arberth, taking the glove with the mouse inside.
2
She came near me and, taking the glove from my hand, examined it in the manner of a prospective purchaser.
3
Bonaparte meanwhile began taking the glove off his small white hand, tore it in doing so, and threw it away.
4
"So was the glass slipper," I said, taking the glove from him, trying to force my hand into it.
5
"It is, of course it is," Mr. Mendam replied, taking the glove from Twaddles and looking at it closely.