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Updated: May 17, 2025
The drawling conversation was beset, as it were, by faint fleckings of sound, lightly drawn from a crazy old fiddle under the chin of a gaunt, yellow-haired young giant, one Ephraim Blinks, who lolled on a log, and who by these vague harmonies unconsciously gave to the talk of his comrades a certain theatrical effect.
She fell on her knees the moonlight over her in fleckings of purification. She clung to the scaly weather-beaten stem of the tree as she would have pressed a sister to her breast. Her arms were around it she knew it its very bark. She seized a bloom that had fallen and crushed it to her bosom and her cheek.
The moonbeams came in at the stained glass windows, and cast red and yellow and pale green fleckings of light on the smooth polished floor. He began to feel uncanny. He was no coward and he cursed himself for it. Things began to come to him in a moral way and mixed in with the uncanniness of it all.
When the Count came to the fire, he gave his horse the spur, and plunging into the smoke and through the flame full speed, appeared on the other side, shouting: "Christ and Our Lady of Blacherne!" His long sword flashed seemingly brighter of the passage just made. Fleckings of flame clung to the horses. What the battle-cry of the Berbers we may not tell.
Raising his consciousness thus above the storm and stress of worldly life, he recognizes what used to seem to be evil, and notes how it is apparently pressing backwards against the great stream of progress; but he also sees that the onward sweep of the divine law of evolution bears the same relation to this superficial evil as does the tremendous torrent of Niagara to the fleckings of foam upon its surface.
The sun in a burnished blue sky flooded the forests with light, striking down through even the thickest pines to lay in fleckings of radiant white and gold upon the snow. Sometimes they met teams going to the store. Sometimes they crossed logging roads wide, smooth tracks artificially iced, down which mountainous loads of logs were slipping, creaking and groaning.
The sun in a burnished blue sky flooded the forests with light, striking down through even the thickest pines to lay in fleckings of radiant white and gold upon the snow. Sometimes they met teams going to the store. Sometimes they crossed logging roads wide, smooth tracks artificially iced, down which mountainous loads of logs were slipping, creaking, and groaning.
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