Ripperroot

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

Dartring

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

Serpentbramble

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

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.

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.

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.

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.