They came out together on the grassed slope of the headland, with Cora walking her usual pace behind Bradly, following his broad back with unconscious docility.

This monument marks the spot where Wolfe died.

He tried to bluster and took down a life-preserver from the wall. I knew my man, however, and I clapped a pistol to his head before he could strike.

One seldom hears a text sung in which 50 per cent of the lines are not mere fill-outs — either, on the mechanical level, excuses for rhymes or scansion or, on a more justifiable level, additions of emotional weight by mere reiteration of intellectual points already made.