Ogregreen

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

Kangaroosponge

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.

Scowloil

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

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

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.