Near it in the field, I remember, were three faint points of light, three telescopic stars infinitely remote, and all around it was the unfathomable darkness of empty space.
She stared at him in astonishment, and as she read something of the significant hieroglyphic of his battered face, her lips whitened.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
