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Updated: June 7, 2025
"It's on the west side of town!" exclaimed the boy, as he reached out and made a grab for his clothes. They were arranged on a chair near his bed, in readiness for quickly putting on; a practice observed by all the young members of the volunteer department. "Look out of the window, mother, and see if you can discover a blaze, please," directed Bert, as he began to dress.
The tramp of Power, and its long trail of pain; The mighty brows in meanest arts grown hoary; The mighty hands, That in the dear, affronted name of Peace Bind down a people to be racked and slain; The emulous armies waxing without cease, All-puissant all in vain; The pacts and leagues to murder by delays, And the dumb throngs that on the deaf thrones gaze; The common loveless lust of territory; The lips that only babble of their mart, While to the night the shrieking hamlets blaze; The bought allegiance, and the purchased praise, False honour, and shameful glory; Of all the evil whereof this is part, How weary is our heart, How weary is our heart these many days!
The hall was in a wasteful blaze of light, a whole month's candles burning in one night.
Bernenstein uttered a loud startled cry and rushed forward, pushing the queen herself violently out of his path. His hand flew to his side, and he ripped the heavy cavalry sword that belonged to his uniform of the Cuirassiers of the Guard from its sheath. I saw it flash in the moonlight, but its flash was quenched in a brighter short blaze. A shot rang out through the quiet gardens. Mr.
As this extraordinary scene continued, the corporal grew excited; and ere long his voice was occasionally heard, blended with that of the clergyman, in terms of advice and encouragement. "Blaze away, Mr. Amen," shouted the soldier. "Give 'em another volley you're doing wonders, and their front has given ground!
And verily before the nimblest-tongued priest in the whole realm of England could say a hunting-mass, both were in a blaze."
"I can't discuss it with you, Miss Clay," said Jim. "Oh, aint it stiff of you to call me Miss Clay!" she retorted; "when you know me so well." "Perhaps it is," he answered, too good-natured to be rude to her. "I will call you Louisa if you like; but Louisa or Miss Clay, whichever you are, I can't talk of this matter." Louisa's great black eyes seemed to blaze like living fires.
Cranceford grabbed a gun and ran out upon the porch. "What are you doing there?" she demanded. Larnage, the Frenchman, looked up at her and politely bowed. "What are you doing there?" she repeated. "Ah, is it possible that Madam does not suspect?" he replied, slowly turning his fire-brand, looking at the blaze as it licked the stewing turpentine.
Just then the cry of fire was whispered to the ward men, who at once began preparations for the removal of the patients to the opposite side of the hospital grounds. All out of doors was intense blackness a blackness only relieved by the flashes of guns that made the eastern sky blaze with their crimson light.
But the brightest blaze of internal sunshine the most effulgent and dazzling beams of light were shed forth in the lowly hut of Jacky's particular friend. Old Moggy did not die after all!
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