Warriorstorm

The sun set; the dusk fell on the stream, and lights began to appear along the shore. The Chapman light–house, a three–legged thing erect on a mud–flat, shone strongly.

Ringerwest

And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm.

Browquick

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

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.

And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm.

Have I come to Utopia to hear this sort of thing?