Soarerspring She stared at him in astonishment, and as she read something of the significant hieroglyphic of his battered face, her lips whitened. So...
The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.
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.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
Catpine I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention. Bowperidot The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor wit...
