Napemaple

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.

Mythchatter

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

Roarerring

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. Eatermountain.

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.