Lockwood started and for a moment he almost lost his equipoise.
O Mr. Lockwood, I cannot express what a terrible start I got by the momentary view!
In the empty fireplace of the old-fashioned room, Lockwood touched a match to the sheet and burned it to an ash.
A number of the girls of Central High were possessed of canoes; but none was a better paddler than the Lockwood twins.
“Absurd,” Lockwood said, quietly, but with a deep scorn in his tone.
