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Updated: May 28, 2025
The lights, often seen around the tower, when used as the rendezvous of the lawless characters by whom it was occasionally frequented, were accounted for, under authority of these tales of witchery, in a manner at once convenient for the private parties concerned and satisfactory to the public.
"I wish you would have looked like that sometimes on my stage," he said, "You would have brought down the house! 'Woman! No 'woman' at all, but WOMEN! The glamour of them the witchery of them women! the madness of them! Women! The ONE woman saves when the ONE woman exists, but then, we generally kill HER! Now, once more, Jeanne, out of the way! Time flies, and Monsieur le Marquis is in haste.
But he wondered at himself, and could have laughed at his own blindness. The power of analysis had gone out of him because he was in love. She was merely a soft, dazzling splendour in aspect now, and every look and tone and attitude was a witchery and a wonder. 'I have not seen you in evening dress before to-night, Paul, she said. 'I like you in evening dress.
"And he would be good to his own forsaken Belle," she murmured caressingly, "and wouldn't let any one harm her?" But here, overcome by the lazy witchery of her voice, he shook his head so violently that Mrs. Tucker, after the fashion of her sex, had the double satisfaction of demurely restraining the passion she had evoked.
The music of the new, fresh, vibrant voice had thrilled them all all except the unconscious Judge and there they sat, spellbound. But as they shook off the witchery, there was all at once a babble of voices, and before I quite knew what had happened, I was at the piano again, singing "The King in Thule:"
The fortune which Roger had inherited from his mother made these excesses possible, but many thousands, let alone the few he could call his, soon disappeared under the witchery of an irresponsible woman, and the half-dozen friends who knew his secret had to stand by and see his ruin, without daring to utter a word to the one who alone could stay it.
Unorna seemed to be exerting all the strength of her will in the attempt to dominate him, but without result. In the effort she made to concentrate her determination her face grew pale and her lips trembled. Kafka faced her resolutely, his eyes on fire, the rich colour mantling in his cheeks. "Where is your power now?" he asked suddenly. "Where is your witchery? You are only a woman, after all.
But he would have none of me nor of what he calls my 'vulgar wealth. This is a case in point where wealth is useless! You see?" Don Aloysius was silent. "Then" Morgana went on "Alison is right. The witchery of the Northern Highlands is in my blood, never a love for me alone I am alone I must be! never a love for a 'fey' woman!" Over the priest's face there passed a quiver as of sudden pain.
Neither can show the mastery or the spell by which the green background, the hair, the cool transparent flesh-tones, the fur, the satin, the gold, are all woven into a witchery as virile as it is penetrating.
The yunbeai during one of her bad attacks jumped out of her, and she lost her chance of witchery. One old fellow told me once that when he was going to a public-house he took a miniature form of his yunbeai, which was the Kurrea crocodile out of himself and put it safety in a bottle of water, in case by any chance he got drunk, and an enemy, knowing his yunbeai, coaxed it away.
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