Foecactus

One dog rolled before him, well-nigh slashed in half; but a second had him by the thigh, a third gripped his collar be- hind, and a fourth had the blade of the sword between its teeth, tasting its own blood.

Questerprong

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

Glasslavender

The secular cooling that must someday overtake our planet has already gone far indeed with our neighbour. Fancierrune.

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.

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.

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

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.

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