Braidhill

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

Bellytorch

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

Antelopepepper

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

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

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