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Updated: May 17, 2025
Down where his canoe had lain, tiny rillets of muddy water were still running into its imprint left in the mire; but canoe, dog, and man had vanished into the rank undergrowth of the swamp. Of the party that had come in the Sicilian's boat four were men and one a young woman.
Twenty thousand people were slaughtered in twenty hours. The streets were emptied, the theatres closed. The blood that ran then must have been in rillets too thin to slake Caracalla's thirst, for simultaneously almost, he was in Gaul, in Dacia wherever there was prey. African by his father, Syrian on his mother's side, Caracalla was not a panther merely; he was a herd of them.
Above the terraced garden rises the orangery, well watered by many artificial rillets, and from the midst of the orange and lemon trees there emerges a path leading to the entrancing bosco, or grove, that fills the deep hollow space formed by the sheltering cliffs behind.
We returned along a twisting alley under the rich green foliage of elms and ilexes.... "Listening to the wind in the trees and the sound of running water although it was the very tiniest of rillets led us away from philosophy, and he talked of Sir Walter Scott, characterizing him as the greatest novelist of all time. He said, 'What a gift it was that Scotland gave to the world in him.
The river was settling decorously into its bed, and in the sunlight the drenched shores shone under a tracery of pools and rillets as though a silvery gauze had been rudely torn back from them, catching and tearing here and there. The men were starting the spring work. The rocker was up, and the spades and picks stood propped against the rock upon which she and Low had sat on that first evening.
Other huge elephants were seen striking against one another and shedding blood from various limbs like mountains with rillets running down their breasts.
He entered the drawing-room, and there, from amid a heap of household linen which required the needle, rose the penitent wife. Ostentatiously she drew from her finger a thimble, then advanced with head bent. 'How kind of you, Arthur! How how very And she was dissolved in tears so genuine, that they marked pale rillets across the bloom of her cheeks.
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