Nothing settled or stayed unbroken.

Like oars rowing now this side, now that, were the sentences that came now here, now there, from either side of the table.
"Oh, Clara, Clara!" exclaimed Mrs.Durrant, and Timothy Durrant adding, "Clara, Clara," Jacob named the shape in yellow gauze Timothy's sister, Clara.

The girl sat smiling and flushed.

With her brother's dark eyes, she was vaguer and softer than he was.

When the laugh died down she said: "But, mother, it was true.