[…] there was an ashiness about his clothes and his hair never settled and his eye had a look of tragic alarm when he wasn’t actually sleeping.

My ears popped as the aeroplane began to ascend.

On a routine cruise to show the flag, the British warships Amphion and Contest steamed into the harbor of Santa Ana Island in the southern Solomons (which are under a British protectorate).

For the thorns and briers need a good scouring, confessing, in words, allegiance to a nobler, nemophilous wolf.