Curtainstitch

Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space.

Heronpool

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

Swallowprickle

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

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

I protest, even warmly, that neither he nor his sorrows were in my intention.

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.