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Updated: May 21, 2025
Often, passing through of a winter's evening, I have stopped to watch the fitful effects of the great logs burning on the andirons, as their light died away, deadened among brown bear-skins and shadowy antlers, or played, redly reflected, on the mail-shirt and corslet of Crusader or Cavalier.
The proprietor began to argue, but she cut him short: "That's my last word. Three hundred per cent, on your money." "But " "Think it over!" Her tone was cool, her words were crisp. "I take the lighter in ten minutes." She turned to find Phillips at her shoulder. "Good morning!" Her face lit up with a smile; she extended her hand, and he seized it as a fish swallows a bait. He blushed redly.
There was a chill wind blowing from the bush, bringing with it a faint aromatic odour, and on glancing downwards he saw that the grass was wet with dew. The dawn was burning redly in the east, and the vivid crimson of the sky put him in mind of that sunset under which he had landed with his companion on the Queensland coast.
Now as they went on very silently together, of a sudden Black Roger caught Beltane by the arm and pointed into the gloom, where, far before them, small lights winked redly through the murk. "Yon should be Sir Gilles' watch-fires!" he whispered. "Aye," nodded Beltane, "so I think." "Master what would ye now?" "Pray, Roger I pray God Sir Gilles' men be few, and that they be sound sleepers.
Jacquelina looked all around the group, each figure of which glared redly in the light of the flames. All were present all but the commodore! Where could the commodore be? Jacquelina ran through the crowd looking for him in all directions.
Watch how the spears of light strike redly into that canopy of foulness hanging above Kynoch's Works. A Ministry of Munitions controls all that poisonous activity. Mario, it is the second Crucifixion. The Jews crucified the Body; all the world has conspired to crucify the Spirit. "The Word has failed. There lies the reading of your day dream, Mario, your dream of the Sheikh of El Wasr.
Night flowed below until the hull of the artificial satellite shone brightly against a background of seeming sheer nothingness. The twilight zone of Earth's shadow reached the Platform. It glowed redly, glowed crimson, glowed the deepest possible color that could be seen, and winked out. The ships climbed on, using their tiny steering rockets. Nothing happened.
A shadow fell across my path it flitted before me, it stopped it lay still. I saw it resolve itself into the figure of a man stretched out in rigid silence, with the light beating full on its smiling, dead face, and also on a deep wound just above his heart, from which the blood oozed redly, staining the grass on which he lay.
The sun was not more than twenty minutes high, and it shone redly and dully through a morning fog. The streets were still deserted, except by milkmen, bakers, costermongers, and other "early birds." He walked rapidly to the Church Court police station. Detective Setter was not there. But the Duke left word for him to call at Elmthorpe as soon as he should return.
She shook her head. "No, Nap." His eyes blazed redly. His disfigured face was suddenly devilish. "You are mad if you go back," he said. But she shook her head again. "No, I know what I am doing. And I am going back now. But I will come to Baronmead in the morning." He looked at her. "Are you tired of life?" he asked abruptly. She smiled a piteous smile. "Very, very tired!" she said.
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