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Updated: May 13, 2025
Dusty teams and binders with flashing wooden arms moved half-hidden along the edge of it, and the still, clear air was filled with a clash and clatter and the rustle of flung-out sheaves. There was no doubt that money could be raised upon that harvest field.
The meaning that is in him shapes itself into no form of composition, is stated in no sequence, method, or coherence; they are not shaped at all, these thoughts of his; flung-out unshaped, as they struggle and tumble there, in their chaotic inarticulate state. The man has not studied speaking; in the haste and pressure of continual fighting, has not time to mature himself into fit speech.
Finally she collapsed as suddenly as a pricked bladder, and lay still a great, mixed-up feathery heap, limp and pathetic, with her vast flung-out wings. The two genets backed away, glad enough to be done with such a fiery, feathered fury. The male genet stumbled a little, and sat down. He was nearly as red as the sun on a stormy dawn, but all the blood was not his.
Far down below, in the arms of the darkness, lay the gorge, from which rose faintly the sound of water; lay the immense stretches of yellow-brown and red-brown country darkened here and there with splashes of green; the dim plantations, the cascades which fall to the valley of Sidi Imcin; the long roads, like flung-out ribands, winding into the great distances which suggest eternal things.
The song was a very simple one which had some vogue just then upon the prairie, but her eyes grew suddenly hazy as odd snatches of it reached her through the beat of hoofs, the clash of the binder's arms, and the rustle of the flung-out sheaves. "My Bonny lies over the ocean, My Bonny lies far over the sea." Then he called to his horses, and it was a few moments before she heard again
The song was a simple one which had some vogue just then upon the prairie, but her eyes grew suddenly hazy as odd snatches of it reached her through the beat of hoofs, the clash of the binder's arms and the rustle of the flung-out sheaves. "My Bonny lies over the ocean, My Bonny lies over the sea." The youth called to his horses, and it was a few moments before she heard again
Dusty teams and binders with flashing wooden arms moved half-hidden along the edge of the vast field, and the still, clear air was filled with a clash and clatter and the rustle of flung-out sheaves. There was no doubt that money could be raised upon that harvest field.
He sprinted with the last breath he had in him to annihilation in that light lustrous firmament. Then his flung-out hand struck something firm and smooth. With the momentary twinge of a jarred toe, he stopped in the middle of a stroke, grabbed at the firm thing unthinkingly, felt it slip away from him, trod water and came up gasping. "Oh, I'm horribly sorry!"
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