Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 15, 2025
Some brandished other improvised weapons; still others held rocks in their hands. A little pair of arms clutched the Very Young Man about his leg; he gave a violent kick, scattering a number of the struggling figures and clearing a space into which he leaped. "Back Aura, Lylda," he shouted. "Take Loto and Eena. Get back behind us."
Rather it was an indefinable murmur that rose from her decks, an aura of sound. Sight gave him no corroboration, although he went aloft halfway to the main crosstrees with the shrewd idea that by so doing he would secure a downward sight that must surely reveal a gleam in the skylight if any of her official crew were in the cabin. He saw nothing, but Little was no longer a complete greenhorn.
She sat grasping one of her gloves in her doubled fist; and, leaning forward, with her eyes like jewels in her little pale face and the white aura of her veil, waited as if she thought that by some silent agency of understanding Flora would presently take up a pen and write the desired figure in her check-book.
"You may thank me for your syllabub." "Which, after all, you forbade poor Aura to taste!" "Assuredly. I was not going to have her turn sick on my hands. She may think herself beholden to me for her dance with that fine young beau. Who was he, Aura?" "How now!" said the Major, in a tone of banter, while Harriet indulged in a suppressed giggle. "You let Aura dance with a stranger!
After an awkward silence of twenty minutes, James said: "There is something about the atmosphere the aura, shall I say? that emanates from a good woman that makes a man feel that life has a new, a different meaning." Peter replied: "Yes." When they reached James's door, James said: "I won't ask you in tonight, old man. You want to go home and rest and cure that headache." "Yes," said Peter.
Helena appreciated him, feature by feature. She liked his clear forehead, with its thick black hair, and his full mouth, and his chin. She loved his hands, that were small, but strong and nervous, and very white. She liked his breast, that breathed so strong and quietly, and his arms, and his thighs, and his knees. For him, Helena was a presence. She was ambushed, fused in an aura of his love.
"Inman's horoscope," she explained. "And then there's the next world and all the spirits, and one's Aura, and Mrs. Eddy and saying you're not ill, and the Christian Mysteries and Mrs. Besant. It's all splendid. One's never dull for a moment. I can't think how I used to get on before in the Old Days. Pleasure running about, that's all it was; just running about.
"They'd recognize us." "You they would know for one of the strangers," said Aura. "But if I should steer and you were hidden no one would notice." The Very Young Man realized a difficulty. "We've got to be very small when we go into the city." "How small would you think?" asked Aura. The Very Young Man held his hands about a foot apart.
Not even the censers, depending from the dim roof, far above, could freshen it; nor could the cressets' light make more than a kind of ghostly aura through the gloom.
Rama's aura of allegations came to light in the press in the midst of his national speaking tour: Newsweek, "Who Is This Rama?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking