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Now it happened that while the new light-weight was unknown to the charmed circle of the gang, Billy knew him fairly well by reason of the proximity of their respective parental back yards, and so when the glamour of pugilistic success haloed the young man Billy lost no time in basking in the light of reflected glory. He saw much of his new hero all the following winter.
The waking robins tipple on it and sing the more joyously, nor is there in their midday any of the moroseness of reaction. Three hours later the moon had slipped down from the zenith into cushions of velvety, violet black, low in the western sky. Its bright white glow was lost in part and it was haloed with a yellow nimbus of its own fog distillation.
Firelight faintly haloed Keela's face and brought mad memories of the soft light of the Venetian lamp at the Sherrill fete. He noted the pure, delicate regularity of feature, the delicate, vivid skin it was paler than Diane's and flaming through his brain went the dangerous reflection that conquest lay now perhaps in the very hollow of his hand. Desire had driven him on to things unspeakable.
New England was not just so much stony acre and fishing village for the men of the 'twenties and 'forties. It was a land haloed by the hopes and sufferings of forefathers, where every town had its record of struggle known to all by word of mouth or book.
The sound of the guns was very near, and to the east of the town we could see an aeroplane haloed in bursting shrapnel. The Staff took refuge first in an unsavoury field and afterwards in a little house.
Just outside the town stands the house in which George Stephenson lived his last days, and ended his great life of benefaction to mankind; leaving upon that haloed spot a biograph which the ages of time to come shall not wash out. From Chesterfield I diverged westward to see Chatsworth and Haddon Hall.
It stirs my world of the past like a summons to resurrection; the graves unclose, the dead are raised; thoughts, feelings, memories that slept, are seen by me ascending from the clouds haloed most of them but while I gaze on their vapoury forms, and strive to ascertain definitely their outline, the sound which wakened them dies, and they sink, each and all, like a light wreath of mist, absorbed in the mould, recalled to urns, resealed in monuments.
Cyrus the king in royal mood Portioned his gifts as seemed him good: To Artabasus, proud to hold The priceless boon, a cup of gold A rare-wrought thing: its jewelled brim Haloed a nectar sweet to him. No flavor fine it seemed to miss; But when the king stooped down, a kiss To leave upon Chrysantas' lips, The jewels paled in dull eclipse To Artabasus: hard and cold And empty grew the cup of gold.
"Ess," said Miss Pratt. "Do Flopit again. Be Flopit!" "Berp-werp! Berp-werp-werp." And within the library an agonized man writhed and muttered: "WORD! WORD! WORD " This hoarse repetition had become almost continuous. ... But out on the porch, that little, jasmine-scented bower in Arcady where youth cried to youth and golden heads were haloed in the moonshine, there fell a silence.
An idea prevalent as it seems in our Europe of old . . . the idea that when a witch in animal form is wounded, say by a blow or a shot, the natural wound will appear on the human body when the witch returns to her own person. But I have topsy-turvied in my tale. I saw the lion with my own eyes, his shaggy head haloed by the rising moon. The Mashona who was with me had far sharper eyes than mine.
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