miles and miles

Yes, Byrd—dead four-and-a-half years now—was a Kleagle in the Ku Klux Klan.

I presume the twenty-five or thirty miles at this end is unhealthy, even for natives, but it surely need not be so.

Before daybreak we had ridden five and twenty miles, but had been compelled to abandon two more guns.

And it was no light task, then, for six hundred men to keep the peace on a thousand miles of frontier.

Fully two miles away, on the south side of the ravine, were the sepoy lines, and another group of isolated bungalows.

She also practises etching, pen-and-ink drawing, as well as crayon and water-color sketching.