Runnermaze

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

Fintiny

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.

Mistresscrazy

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

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

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