Ripperplume

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.

Wizardgarnet

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

Snagglefootbitter

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

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

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