Slavepolar

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.

Fairyphase

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.

Spiritlunar

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

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!

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

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

She stared at him in astonishment, and as she read something of the significant hieroglyphic of his battered face, her lips whitened.