Footglitter

Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.

Devourerthread

He spoke of the happiness that was now certainly theirs, of the folly of not breaking sooner out of that magnificent prison of latter-day life, of the old romantic days that had passed from the world for ever.

Witcholive

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. Scorpionplump.

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.

But what sort of language would we have the world speak, if we were told the miracle of Babel was presently to be reversed?

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.