At last Sinoway pulled himself together and blew his nose honkingly into an immense, white handkerchief.

[…]; whomſoëver and whenſoëver God juſtifieth, hee alſo ſanctifieth:[…]

The crucible was subjected to several reheatings.

Swerving from his course, he went crashing down the slope, like a boulder discharged from the crag above, sprang headlong into the water, and disappeared into a narrow deep goyle through which the river ran.