A thirty-second of 640 is 20.

The temptation was more than mortal heart could resist. She gave him the promise he sought, stifling the voice of conscience; and as she clung to his neck it seemed to her that heaven was a poor thing compared with a man's love.

Beside this, every other day we had what English seamen call shot soup — great round peas, polishing themselves like pebbles by rolling about in tepid water.

Will you be my one and only?