Once his fingers strayed to the handle of his hunting-knife, and I should have interfered had I not been conscious that Wickliffe was on his guard.

The defensive armor with the horses of the ancient knights ... These are frequently, though improperly, stiled barbs.

we will not suppose that the Grooves are of an equal depth with the Rough-working of the Gouge

[…] were deafened in the awe-inspiring roar of the torrent, the reboations of which we heard at some distance after we had left the spot whence they proceeded.