Shieldgem

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

Weednettle

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

Cranewater

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. Bowrogue.

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.

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

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