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As they advanced, they came under a diabolically heavy rifle fire; bullets were raining upon them from all sides. Here and there he heard moans already, when one of the soldiers fell bleeding on the snow. Close to him fell the young Cossack who had given him the muffler and breeches. He held out his hand, groaning.
She drew him with her by main force into the house up the stairs into the chamber of death. But Death had been there before them. A dead man lay upon the bed now, rigid and white. A second cry arose a cry of almost more than woman's woe. And with it Inez Catheron clasped the dead man in her arms, and covered his face with her raining tears.
"I am glad," the pastor once remarked to a friend, "when I get up Sunday morning and can look out of the window and see it snowing, sleeting, and raining, and hear the wind shriek and howl. 'There, I say, 'I won't have to preach this morning, looking all the while at people patiently standing through the service, wherever there is a foot of standing room."
"Yes, it was a heavy storm for a few minutes," said Mr. Blake. "But it will soon be over, and the rain will do the gardens good, though the hail may hurt them some." By the time Hal and his father reached the porch the hail had stopped and it was only raining. Mrs. Blake, Aunt Lolly and the others were anxiously waiting. "I thought maybe he had been struck by lightning," said Mab. "Pooh!
In the street it was raining, but he hardly noticed the puddles between the flags and the water trickling down from his shoes. Over the Seine the yellowish sky was lit up, as the day waned, by an inward flame like the light of a lamp. Still Christophe was spellbound, hypnotized.
He began to laugh at the silliness of the whole thing what an idiotic performance anyhow these lovers' quarrels! He saw the comedy of it, ate a hearty supper, and went to bed firm in the conviction that he would see Nan again the next day. But the morning came with a sense of growing uncertainty. It was raining.
It was raining at the time; indeed, it rained now nearly every day, and the march was anything but a pleasant one. Often the wagons and cannon got stuck, and the men had to put their shoulders to the wheels to help things along. Volunteers came and went, and so did the settlers, and sometimes the commander could not calculate how many men he had to rely upon in case of emergency.
He kept seeing his father and Langford; nights he'd start from his blankets, living over and over again the incident of the murder. He got so he couldn't stay in Dakota. He came down here and tried to forget. It was just the same there was no forgetfulness. "One night when he was on the trail near here, he met a woman. It was raining and the woman had lost the trail. He took the woman in.
There were no separate echoes, but one tremendous peal of sound, prolonged like the note of an organ-pipe, and gradually dying away at the summit in humming vibrations. Next morning, we were sailing in a narrow strait, between perpendicular cliffs, fluted like basaltic pillars. It was raining dismally, but we expected nothing else in the neighbourhood of Bergen.
It's no weather for you to walk in." "I shan't ask him." "Then I shall," and Peter went hurriedly to the library. "Watts," he said, "it's raining torrents and Leonore insists on going to walk. Please say she is not to go." "All right," said Watts, not looking up from his book. That was enough. Peter sped back to the hall. It was empty. He put his head into the two rooms. Empty.
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