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Updated: May 5, 2025
Then he crossed to the other side of the road, stepped over a stile and disappeared, walking without haste, with firm footsteps, along a cindered path which bordered the sluggish-looking canal. He had come and gone, and she knew what fear was!
The front page was uppermost and he knew it must be of that morning's issue, for across the column tops ran the flaring headline: "Twenty Dead in Frightful Collision." Squatting on the cindered track, Mr. Trimm patted the crumpled sheet flat with his hands.
"Why, I lived in the assay-house at two or three times, and then studied it afterward." "Hey, up there!" a shout came from the roadway below. They turned and went out to the little cindered, littered level in front of the door, and looked down to where, on the roadway a hundred feet below, a man stood at the head of a string of panting burros, and they recognized in him a packer from Goldpan.
But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.
First came Lena, then Baby Doll and last of all the mighty Queenie; and in this order they lumberingly proceeded, upon huge but silent feet, to follow him alongside the cindered right of way, feeling their way through the fog. Now it is a fact well established in natural history and in this instance was to prove a lamentable one that elephants, unlike lightning bugs, carry no tail lamps.
So it was while the picture of his home scene remained unbroken and serene; but the hideous mass of last night's holocaust was now before his eyes, with little streams of smoke rising from the cindered pile, and a hundred things with which his eyes had been familiar lay distorted, excoriated and useless.
Your aunt and I, dear child, are passing toward the shadows of life, while you and my boy Jack are just starting out. Your happiness shall not be cindered upon a false altar I swear it!" "Good old boy," Tommy murmured. "Do you mean that, honest?" "Pardieu, have I not sworn it?" "And you wouldn't try to muddy the water again if I confessed that our Marine Law was a hocus-pocus?"
Barren, worn, cindered. An ash-heap turned to stone. Puddles and splashes shaped like great crowns, as though liquid rock had congealed at the very height of its torment. Needles of rock, toadstools of rock, bubbles of rock, and glassy sheets of rock this was the surface of the moon.
Life had been there, but what form of life only Grim Hagen might have told them. They were cindered their atmosphere, which had not been oxygen, had burned away. Ato's probing instruments found neither liquid nor gas. His screens found an occasional shattered city, where broken spires reached twisted fingers into the vacant sky. Ato was watching the needles upon another machine.
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