Captain Edward Carlisle, soldier as he was, martinet as he was, felt a curious sensation of helplessness seize upon him as he met her steady gaze, her alluring smile; he could not tell what this prisoner might do.

It is a point of pride to a Beacon Hill resident if he can say that he was born on the Hill or was at least raised there.

The Squink isn't particularly fussy about its diet, but has a great fondness for electric eels.

I don't care a fiddlestick!