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With which the Bishop, unfolding the Prioress's letter, flung it upon the burning logs. Together they watched it curl and blacken; uncurl again, and slowly flake away. Long after the rest had fallen to ashes, this sentence remained clear: "Better an empty hearth; than a hearth where broods a curse."

He shrieked even scriptural texts to prove they should stay to see the glory of the Lord. Another flake of plaster fell, on the pulpit this time; then he himself turned and fled through the vestry and out by the back way.

And for the dozenth time he was rewarded only by seeing a flake no larger than his clenched fist fall out. "Might as well be cement!" he rasped. "God, we're caught like flies in a spiderweb!" "Well, you wanted excitement," remarked Dennis, a bit acidly. The strain was telling on him more than on the less finely strung Holden; but he was struggling to keep himself in hand.

Sift a pound of flour, and take out a quarter for rolling, divide a pound of butter into four parts, cut one part of the butter into the flour with a knife, make it a stiff dough with water, roll it out, and flake it with part of the butler, do this three times till it is all in, handle it as little as possible, and keep it in a cool place.

The Inspector went on calmly cramming in the tobacco. When the job was completed to his liking, he thrust the pipe between his lips, flicked a loose flake from his tunic, and forgot to apply a match. Instead, he picked up the envelope and examined it on all sides. Mahon began to grow impatient. Twice the Inspector turned the letter over. Mahon fretted.

Sometimes as he dwelt upon those moments of profound, imaginative power, in which the outward object appears to take colour and expression, a new nature almost, from the prompting of the observant mind, the actual world would, as it were, dissolve and detach itself, flake by flake, and he himself seemed to be the creator, and when he would the destroyer, of the world in which he lived that old isolating thought of many a brain-sick mystic of ancient and modern times.

We yapped aloud, we kicked up our heels, we shook hands, we finally joined hands and danced around and around. From all sides the miners came running up, dropping their tools with a clatter. We were assailed by a chorus of eager cries. "What is it, boys?" "A strike?" "Whereabouts is your claim?" "Is it 'flour' or 'flake'?" "Let's see!"

I waited until it had died down into a narrow flame, over which I held my hands till the thongs were charred; then, with a quick twist of the wrists, which caused my scorched flesh to flake off in shreds, I wrenched my hands apart. This is all true that I am telling you; you can see for yourself. Already you must have noticed those marks."

Next morning, an hour after sunrise, through the blaze of light striking the Pacific across the far-off Californlan coast, San Juan showed like a flake of spar on the horizon to southward.

"'I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, "'And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, "'And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever." Yes.

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