Ridersavage

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

Boltstorm

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

Monkeydog

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

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.

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!

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

She stared at him in astonishment, and as she read something of the significant hieroglyphic of his battered face, her lips whitened.