Shakercopper

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.

Edgegrave

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

Snapperfoil

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

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

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

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.