His guns hosed down the vessel's decks, sweeping them clear of sailors, blowing holes in the bulkheads, and smashing gun positions.

A chunk of rock broke away from the cliff edge.

After their workout, the gymnasts' faces were glowing red.

She had a curious habit of prefacing everything she said with a soft sibilant sound. S-s-s Grace, she said, it's just like I was telling Brother Hutson the other day. 'S-s-s Brother Hutson,' I said, 'looks like we're fighting a losing battle, a losing battle.' I said.