Trackermire

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

Ribflax

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

Razorlight

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

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

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.

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.

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

It was at this time that the meeting, or, rather gathering of the mem- bers of this inharmonious family took place in the cell of the elder who had such an extraordinary influence on Alyosha.

Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space.