You should slow down when approaching a curve.

Mr. Pride said to me a moment ago that they spoke better English in Boston than any other place in the world. Did he, though, Lady Lawless? That's good. Well, I guess he was only talking through his hat.

The junk was nearer, beating in toward the island, her brown batwing sail suddenly tall and terribly conspicuous against the sky.

But when Louis showed his claws, Lothar knew he meant business.