Sharkmuck

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

Backcurly

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.

Givernorth

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

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

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

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.

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.

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!