"It was a tie and no decision," the old minister said, frowning in frustration.

The old minister left the church, too, and a new minister came.

Right now an old minister was trying to talk to her, but she aimed the weapon at his head and he ducked out of sight.

Officers, the old minister, the firemen: everyone came up and shook her hand.

The old minister and his grandson walked home together in a silence that neither wished to break.

He passed the old minister, or rather he made to pass him.

He should have said much, much more to the old minister.

The old minister was still hunting in the desk for his list.

There was a good drop still left in his glass, and the old minister did not look particularly mean.

Let no one think that I do not love the old ministers.