Slayerwhip

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

Wolfheavy

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.

Ninjanorth

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. Waspsage.

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

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

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.

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.