"Our good old Church is like a limpet on the shore," he said.
John swore and struggled, but the old man stuck like a limpet.
Nevertheless, he clung to his seat like a limpet, and pulled at his oar with all his might.
Mr. Limpet looked at Mr. Grigg to see if any emotion was advisable.
What was Grigg and Limpet's clerk doing there at that time of night?
Then Grigg pulled ...