She came in with the boat and ran the second line out the same way.

Daisy was my second cousin once removed, and I’d known Tom in college.

“You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,” I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret.

In back of them was the close second-growth timber of the point and in front was the bay with the mouth of Hortons Creek.

Ten years later there was nothing of the mill left except the broken white limestone of its foundations showing through the swampy second growth as Nick and Marjorie rowed along the shore.

The second matador slipped, and the bull caught him through the belly and he hung onto the horn with one hand and held the other tight against the place, and the bull rammed him wham against the barrier and the horn came out, and he lay in the sand, and then got up like crazy drunk and tried to slug the men carrying him away and yelled for his sword, but he fainted.