Swerving from his course, he went crashing down the slope, like a boulder discharged from the crag above, sprang headlong into the water, and disappeared into a narrow deep goyle through which the river ran.

At last Sinoway pulled himself together and blew his nose honkingly into an immense, white handkerchief.

The crucible was subjected to several reheatings.

[…]; whomſoëver and whenſoëver God juſtifieth, hee alſo ſanctifieth:[…]