god-flung

Updated: May 5, 2025

The silence deepened, the last light flamed on the river and died upon the hill. "Now, children, come along do," said the Jampot who had been held in spite of herself, and would pay for it, she knew, in rheumatism to-morrow. It was then that Jeremy's God-flung sense of power, born from that moment early in the day when he had sat in the wicker chair, reached its climax.

Sir Hugh Walpole - Jeremy