The coal was terrible stuff—Indian, Abdul told me. The dart was used often and I saw some monster clinkers.

[…]consider that this perfect work was done on a wooden press, that the form was inked by hand with inkballs or daubers,[…]

Some of the islands are continents in appearance and in effect from any view to be had of them save only on the map; but by far the greater number are small and appearable as such...

Emma was not sorry to be pressed. She read, and was surprized. The style of the letter was much above her expectation. There were not merely no grammatical errors, but as a composition it would not have disgraced a gentleman; the language, though plain, was strong and unaffected, and the sentiments it conveyed very much to the credit of the writer. It was short, but expressed good sense, warm attachment, liberality, propriety, even delicacy of feeling. She paused over it, while Harriet stood anxiously watching for her opinion, with a Well, well, and was at last forced to add, Is it a good letter? or is it too short?