Go and fetch her to me, Lewis.

I'll tell you if there's a chance for you." "Dear mother, perhaps there's a wife in Heaven for me.

There's none on earth," said the hunter, a sad smile flitting over his calm face.
Ralfe Miller, whose actions had occasioned the remarks of the old lady, would have been conspicuous in any assembly of men.

There was something in his dark face that compelled interest and yet left the observer in doubt.

His square chin, deep-set eyes and firm mouth denoted a strong and indomitable will.