The horizontal lines on my notebook paper are parallel.

No. . . no sapphires. It looks like Lester Velasquez was chasing his white whale. There never were any sapphires inside that diner.

Its mineralogical constitution is not simple; in some parts the rock is of a cherty, in others of a feldspathic nature, including thin veins of serpentine.

He could let me have a pair of coarse, but clean, stirrup-stockings, if I pleased.