launce

Mr. Ponsonby's Launce, too, was capital, carefully thought out and consistently rendered.

After a run to St. Launce's she always had a feed of corn to support her on the return journey.

Natalie's smartly-slippered foot felt its way cautiously inch by inch over the carpet till it touched Launce's boot.

At the same moment Natalie laid down her knife and softly touched Launce under the table.

The locker was a broad one; Launce was able to seat himself partially behind her.