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Nothing loath, his bowsman hauled him up and up, through a blinding foam that blent two whitenesses together; till of a sudden the boat struck as against a sunken ledge, and keeling over, spilled out the standing mate.
It seemed to poor Helen a squalid abode, but it was a home-like palace, and fairly furnished, in comparison with the suburban villa and shop-upholstery which typified the house of her spirit now haunted by a terrible secret walking through its rooms, and laying a bloody hand upon all their whitenesses.
And as the Pilgrim looked, she saw other and other dim whitenesses along the ravines of the dark mountains, and knew that she was not the only one, but that many had come to watch and look for the coming of those who had been lost. Time was as nothing to these heavenly watchers; but they knew how long and terrible were the moments to those upon the way.
And something white came up, a succession of whitenesses streaming one after the other, with no sound but the delicate rustle, that soft touch upon the air that might almost have been wings.
And as they got out into the dark country they became aware of the searchlights wandering over the country-side like the uneasy ghosts of giants. The king sat forward and looked at these flitting whitenesses, and every now and then peered up to see the flying ships overhead. 'I don't like them, said the king.
Is it a reason, because you arcadian Optimists of Evolution extract, or imagine you extract, some feeble satisfaction out of white, that we should pretend to enjoy it, and the Antique and Outdoor Nature, and Early Painters, and Mozart and Gluck, and all the whitenesses physical and moral?
Nothing loath, his bowsman hauled him up and up, through a blinding foam that blent two whitenesses together; till of a sudden the boat struck as against a sunken ledge, and keeling over, spilled out the standing mate.
It seemed to poor Helen a squalid abode, but it was a home-like palace, and fairly furnished, in comparison with the suburban villa and shop-upholstery which typified the house of her spirit now haunted by a terrible secret walking through its rooms, and laying a bloody hand upon all their whitenesses.
Out the ports there was nothing but hurtling whitenesses. The rockets droned and rumbled and roared.... The main rockets burned out. The steering rockets still boomed. Joe had thrown them on for what good their lift might do. "Joe!" said Haney in a surprised tone. "I feel weight! Not much, but some! And the main rockets are off!" Joe nodded. He watched the instruments before him.
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