Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 7, 2025
A crumbled wheel hung, rotten and moss-grown, over a dry water-course, where straggling willows stretched out from the bank and trailed their long, feathery ends a yard or so above the level of the weeds and grasses that carpeted the sandy bed of it, and along its edge once built as a protection for the heedless or unwary, but now a ruin and a wreck a moss-grown wall with a narrow, gateless archway made an irregular shadow on the moon-drenched earth.
He stood staring at the far desert, his fine face somber and with a look of determination in the contracted eyes and firm-set lips that made Rhoda shiver, even while her heart throbbed with pity. Tall, slender, inscrutable, as alien to her understanding as the call of the desert wind or the moon-drenched desert haze, she turned away and left him standing there alone.
"When I am 'somewhere in France," said Walter, looking around him with eager eyes on all the beauty his soul loved, "I shall remember these still, dewy, moon-drenched places. The balsam of the fir-trees; the peace of those white pools of moonshine; the 'strength of the hills' what a beautiful old Biblical phrase that is. Rilla!
The firing had ceased, and the yacht was no longer in motion. The confused whirlwind of brain-shaking events which revolved in her memory might now have been a part of the dream in which she was still entangled. The Countess de Mattos's beautiful eyes swept the moon-drenched scene for enlightenment, but none came.
There it was again, coming swiftly nearer and nearer from some immeasurable distance down down nearer still the very room was humming and throbbing with it she could almost hear the singing in the wires. She swung far out over the window edge, searching the moon-drenched garden with eager eyes surely, surely it would never fly so low unless it were about to land!
When he came to the top of the stairway he passed through a little door on to the open, moon-drenched loggia, and straightway his first thought was that he beheld the stars, seeing that they seemed to him to shine so very brightly in heaven after the blackness of the darkness through which he had passed.
Till that was done the curse of the dead man would follow him. It seemed to him now, as he looked back, that through all the spring and summer the shadow of Lord Dawn had crept behind him. He would go at once. He would go that night. He knew where he could find her. He would set out like a pilgrim of long ago through the moon-drenched, hay-scented sweetness of the country.
A crumbled wheel hung, rotten and moss-grown, over a dry water-course, where straggling willows stretched out from the bank and trailed their long, feathery ends a yard or so above the level of the weeds and grasses that carpeted the sandy bed of it, and along its edge once built as a protection for the heedless or unwary, but now a ruin and a wreck a moss-grown wall with a narrow, gateless archway made an irregular shadow on the moon-drenched earth.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking