I never wanted to use it, but I will now without compunction.

I have the means in my pocket.

They've been there for three days, waiting for the chance." "It doesn't look like war, does it ?" said Rockwell, looking up the street and out towards the prairie where the day bloomed like a flower.
Blue above--a deep, joyous blue, against which a white cloud rested or slowly travelled westward; a sky down whose vast cerulean bowl flocks of wild geese sailed, white and grey and black, while the woods across the Sagalac were glowing with a hundred colours, giving tender magnificence to the scene.

The busy eagerness of a pioneer life was still a quiet, orderly thing, so immense was the theatre for effort and movement.

In these wide streets, almost as wide as a London square, there was room to move; nothing seemed huddled, pushing, or inconvenient.