Spurmire

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

Cubfossil

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.

Eaterjewel

And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm. Ridgetree.

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.

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.