Crowstorm

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

Musesnapdragon

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

Questertundra

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

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

Then followed a battle of looks between them, but the captain soon knuckled under, put up his weapon, and resumed his seat, grumbling like a beaten dog.

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

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.