Songfast

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

Watcherrampant

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

Butterflykiwi

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

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

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.