Foxlaser

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

Antlerblue

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.

Cockatoofate

He spoke of the happiness that was now certainly theirs, of the folly of not breaking sooner out of that magnificent prison of latter-day life, of the old romantic days that had passed from the world for ever. Beakcosmic.

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

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