How dare that old goat lay a hand on Mary.

The little goat had nestled himself close up to his liberator, Lord Colambre, and lay perfectly quiet, with his eyes closed, going very wisely to sleep, and submitting philosophically to the loss of one half of his beard.

There a bare-legged shepherd, in wooden shoes, pointed hat, and rough jacket over one shoulder, sat piping on a stone while his goats skipped among the rocks or lay at his feet.

Even the goats in the corrals lay in unliving sleep, and the village dogs would never bark again.

The people followed it, and then Naomi was alone in the market-place, and the goat lay at her feet.

The goat lay on its side.