Yet he faced his foemen with dauntless courage, dashing in, springing back, sure-footed, steady-handed, with a point which seemed to menace three at once.

We had been out on a route-march. You know, I daresay, that nowadays a route-march is not simply a matter of marching. In a route-march there is involved a certain amount of field training.

Fenella remembered, that play with the unironic title of A Woman Killed with Kindness, had reflected a civilization a thousand times more complex.

Many brave, sightly horses.