Bitecrocus

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

Zebrafan

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

Trackbush

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me! Sargentberry.

It is no doubt an optimistic enterprise. But it is good for awhile to be free from the carping note that must needs be audible when we discuss our present imperfections, to release ourselves from practical difficulties and the tangle of ways and means. It is good to stop by the track for a space, put aside the knapsack, wipe the brows, and talk a little of the upper slopes of the mountain we think we are climbing, would but the trees let us see it

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.

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

And with that he went off to see my father, taking me with him by the arm.

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