| One hundred and five hundred sheets come to the top |
CREAM |
| One might argue that this might buck around a fly-by-night |
DEBATER |
| One's former teacher was a real expert |
PASTMASTER |
| Pull the fish back down wind |
LEEWARD |
| Quite full enough of bits of dates |
SATED |
| Shelley may have sounded crabbed, but not like this |
CRUSTACEAN |
| Sounds as if Walt's had more than enough of this with a bun |
DANCE |
| Stay in the air over the end |
HOVER |
| Such ire might make one cross (4) |
SALT |
| The engine is broken around you, pure and simple |
INGENUE |
| There's good fortune in having such a fould sound |
CLUCKING |
| What a filthy, cruel ulcer! And all for money |
LUCRE |
| What I held among the saints for protection |
SHIELDS |
| What S might so with laughter? That'll kill you! |
BUTCHERY |
| What they have for sale sounds as if they're underground |
SELLERS |
| With this confusion, to get to sum up, you have something narrow |
ISTHMUS |