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I have chased the lodging-house Norfolk Howard to his watery death by the pale lamp's light; I have, shivering, followed the leaping flea o'er many a mile of pillow and sheet, by the great Atlantic's margin. "There you are," said B., "that is just as good as yours; and you can write like that without going more than a few hours' journey from London."
Moore, in the "Sylph's Ball," speaking of Davy's Safety Lamp, is reminded of the wall that separated Thisbe and her lover: "O for that Lamp's metallic gauze, That curtain of protecting wire, Which Davy delicately draws Around illicit, dangerous fire! In Mickle's translation of the "Lusiad" occurs the following allusion to the story of Pyramus and Thisbe, and the metamorphosis of the mulberries.
Thus he remained, how long the other never knew, panting, growing paler, as the veins that carried life to his heart were being slowly emptied. His head dropped. "How dark!" he murmured. "Like a m'chacha where the hashish-smokers dream!" The younger brother thought his energy was spent when he looked up sharply. "The lamp's out, you Devil Jew!" he cried. "The pipe, too spawn of hell!"
He turned the lamp's wick very low and carried the lamp to the head of the stairs, where he perched it on the step. When he returned he said, "She's mighty good-look-in'!" "Well, that ain't everything," she snapped. "How do we know she ain't proud, and selfish, and everything?" "How do you know she is?" returned the old man. "And she may just be leading him on."
It made him ask himself that question, which so many had asked before him, "And are we really ever dead?" Père Antoine stirred, rose up and walked over to the window, where he stood in the shadow, outside the circle of the lamp's rays, with his back turned toward the younger man. There was something which he wanted to say, but which he found difficult to express.
It requires considerable practice to acquire full mastery of the long-hafted ax, but Thurston, who was stout of arm and keen of eye, had managed to earn his bread with it one winter in an Ontario logging camp. When he swung aloft the heavy wedge of steel, it reflected the blast lamp's radiance, making red flashes as it circled round his head. It came down hissing close past his knee.
Outside, a motor car stood panting by the door, and in the youthful driver, turning a pale face toward them in the lamp's radiance, the Baron had just time to recognize his first fair deliverer. "Good-bye!" he whispered to his second, and flung himself in. Some one followed him; the door was slammed, and with a mighty throbbing they began to move. "Rudolph! Rudolph!" wailed a voice behind them.
It is falling to pieces, but once when they took it to Kendal to be mended, the smith sent a man back with it on horseback before the day had broken." There was a few moments' silence when Musker concluded, and the ancient weapons glinted strangely as the lamp's flame wavered in the chilling draughts.
As the officers followed him, he fell back between them and linked his arms through theirs. And silently they advanced on the altar, a grotesque and rather unsteady trio, the bull's eyes on either side flashing ahead into the darkness. "The lamp's still burning," whispered Simpkins. They were far enough into the hall now to see the glow from it in the corner.
"All right," said he. "I'll come." "I don't think that lamp's been very well trimmed to-day," said Mr. Haim apologetically, sniffing. "Does it smell?" "Well, I do notice a slight odour." "I'll open the window," said George heartily. He rose, pulled the curtains, and opened the front French window with a large gesture.
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