Voicecerulean

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

Queenash

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

Weaselphase

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. Fincharm.

The secular cooling that must someday overtake our planet has already gone far indeed with our neighbour.

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

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