Backcarnelian

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.

Twisterflax

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

Roarerbloom

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me! Chatterquill.

Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space.

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

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