His rather reckless expression changed as, stooping to select a brilliant branch of scarlet-fingered poinsettia from the confused heap of flowers and greenery at their feet, he handed it to his companion, and she looked up to thank him with her eyes.
— from In the Guardianship of God by Flora Annie Webster Steel
Finally we revisited Evans Coves, and secured the ship to a natural wharf of very hard sea ice, which stretches out some distance from the Piedmont.
— from South with Scott by Mountevans, Edward Ratcliffe Garth Russell Evans, baron
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