Poor soul. Oh, well.

Poor Raymond.

Poor friendless, friendless Raymond.

to make unfortunate remarks to that idiot, Iselin,

where the poor old man can easily get at them.

by an enemy who had captured his mind and his soul.

and they paid me back by taking your soul away from you.

All right, that's enough, now. That's enough. Let the poor boy through.

and very poor specimens, or perhaps none at all, in the valleys.

The poor, simple boob. Anyway, he wanted to tell me about his nightmare.

You'd think we could be a little bit happy that the poor woman is alive and well.

And I'm sure you wouldn't want the poor old man to have to get down on his knees to see them.