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It crackles all over your body in electrical shocks as powerful as those of a galvanic battery; it stimulates the brain as nothing else can do; it is extraordinary. The will-o'-the-wisp torches had stopped dancing forward now, but still they remained there, quite inexplicable in their fixity.
Gwynplaine read the letter, then he read it over again. Yes, the words were there, "I love you!" Terrors chased each other through his mind. The first was, that he believed himself to be mad. He was mad; that was certain: He had just seen what had no existence. The twilight spectres were making game of him, poor wretch! The little man in scarlet was the will-o'-the-wisp of a dream.
He was the joy of the house, and though of a most loveable disposition, he was like a will-o'-the-wisp, full of fun and life. He spent most of the time out of doors in summer among the birds and flowers. There was hardly a creature in the vicinity of the rectory which he did not know.
A toad jumped upon her, and she shrieked, and sprang to her feet, and would have run away headlong, when she spied in the distance a faint glimmer. She thought it was a Will-o'-the-wisp. What could he be after? Was he looking for her? She dared not run, lest he should see and pounce upon her. The light came nearer, and grew brighter and larger.
He was coming down from the office of the Will-o'-the-Wisp one afternoon, after a talk with the editor concerning a paragraph in his last week's causerie which had been complained of as libellous, and which would probably lead to the 'case' so much desired by everyone connected with the paper, when someone descending from a higher storey of the building overtook him and laid a hand on his shoulder.
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Thwaites says of the expedition: "Disappointed, but still hoping to find the country of gold, Coronado's gallant little army, frequently thinned by death and desertion, for three years beat up and down the southwestern wilderness: now thirsting in the deserts, now penned up in gloomy canons, now crawling over pathless mountains, suffering the horrors of starvation and of despair, but following this will-o'-the-wisp with a melancholy perseverance seldom seen in man save when searching for some mysterious treasure.
"Egad, I hope so," laughed Chick, with a grimace. "I am beastly tired of nosing about on a scentless trail." Nick joined in the laugh of his invariably cheerful associate. "Odds blood, Nick, as they say in the play," added Chick. "I'd welcome any sort of stir and danger, in preference to this chasing a will-o'-the-wisp."
It was like drifting away in a frail, dancing little boat over an unknown sea all very well while the sun shone and the boat went gaily suddenly the boat fell to pieces, and I found myself in the cold, cruel water. 'Horrid! cried Bess, with a shudder. 'That could not have been real love. 'No, dear, it was a will-o'-the-wisp, not the true light. 'And you have got over it? 'Quite.
And he continued to dance, singing, "Lâ, la, fá, lâ, lâ, la, fá, lâ." It was highly admired. The Mary Meads lay a little below the house where Amelia's parents lived, and once during the night her father, who was watching by the sick bed of the stock, looked out of the window. "How lovely the moonlight is!" he murmured; "but, dear me! there is a will-o'-the-wisp yonder.
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