The law gave him permission to marry. It emancipated him. Under the law, he's an adult.

He just wanted to get all the details cleared up, and then he gave me permission.

Right now, she's struggling with the trauma of having the child torn loose from her arms and possibly placed in foster care while she goes back to jail.

They're husband and wife, so they can engage in any consensual sexual activity they want to.

My son gave me the permission to accept my success.

Who is this Renaissance? Where did he come from? Who gave him permission to cram the Republic with his execrable daubs?