Leadercrack

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.

Swordcrimson

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

Talonluck

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. Geckopie.

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

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

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?