Alfred Ollivant: 16 books

A fair-haired boy came spurring up the slope, his face all aglow with the speed of his running. Straightway the young dog dashed off to meet him with a fiery speed his sober gait belied. The two raced back together into the yard. “Poor lad!” said Sam'l gloomily, regarding the newcomer. “Poor...

Old Beau-Nez shouldered out into the sea, immense, immovable, as when the North-men, tossing off him in their long-boats, had first named him a thousand years before. Like a lion asleep athwart the doors of light, his head massive upon his paws, his flanks smooth as marble, he rested. The sea broke...