Sagethread

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.

Shakergravel

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.

Weaselspectrum

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

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.

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

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

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