If you will force my modesty to the confession I believe in my heart that it is a sapphire.
Of course, Mr. Bunter, the mate of the Sapphire, was not black.
Look out, Johns, he don't cut your throat for you and run off with the Sapphire.
This last was true of them all, with the exception of the mate of the Sapphire.
The harbor lay still and beautiful, a sapphire sheet in the ...