Bunnycrazy

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

Spritepaper

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.

Harebranch

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. Snagglefootpond.

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

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