And between ourselves what dupery there is in science, how it narrows our horizon!
Did you tell her—Aunt Keziah—when you met her at the Narrows?
Again he heard the hail––his own name, coming from that point at the narrows.
After a while the batteries along the Narrows slipped into view.
They are sure they will have the whip hand of the Narrows by to-morrow.