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But would he come back to haunt her in those inevitable moments of flat ebb-tide in life, when what should be moist and living, withered and crisped in the merciless drought of drudgery and routine? She feared it, frankly dreaded it at first, and tried to think how to brace herself against it.

More commonly though, the most part of wedding cake was pound cake in the beginning the richer the better. Baked in deep round-bottomed, handleless coffee cups, and iced, it made the helpful snow balls. Baked in square pans, rather shallow, cut into bars, crisped, frosted and piled cob-house fashion, it made pens. Sliced crosswise and interlaid with jelly it became jelly cake.

Winsome still stood on the hill-top, the sun shining on her face. In her hand was the lilac sunbonnet, making a splash of faint pure colour against the blonde whiteness of her dress. Ralph could just catch the golden shimmer of her hair. He knew but he could not see how it crisped and tendrilled about her brow, and how the light wind blew it into little cirrus wisps of sun-flossed gold.

Ah, Lord of Innocence, that pure loving face, the purple deepness in the eyes, the flush on the cheek as on that of a little child asleep, the soft curled hair which crisped in the hollow of the neck the throat itself Eternal God, that I should be alive to think of the horror! But time was passing swiftly. The minutes were slipping by like men running for their lives.

Captain Zebedee shook his head, and the golden sheaf of his Olympian beard ruffled and crisped, as to an adverse wind. "Can't a'most believe it," he replied, with his bright eyes steadily settled on Scudamore's; "the English country, as I belongs to, can't quite 'a coom to that yet!"

Everything was delicate, and almost everything of fair complexion: white bread and biscuits, frosted and sponge cake, cream, honey, straw-colored butter; only a shadow here and there, where the fire had crisped and browned the surfaces of a stack of dry toast, or where a preserve had brought away some of the red sunshine of the last year's summer.

It seems to me I could eat a whole wild animal at a sitting!" "So you shall, boy. So you shall!" cried Angelique, who now came in carrying a great dish of browned and smoking fish. This she placed at her master's end of the table and flanked it with another platter of daintily crisped potatoes.

"The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crispéd and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere, It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year." After that eventful night a change came over him that sat upon the Rock of Desolation.

They ran up to him, and he pointed to a gun leaning against an iceberg. "A gun!" cried the doctor. Hatteras took it; it was loaded and in good condition. "The men from the Porpoise can't be far off," said the doctor. Hatteras remarked that the gun was of American manufacture, and his hands crisped the frozen barrel. He gave orders to continue the march, and they kept on down the mountain slope.

Upon this heterogeneous mass of humanity the fire rained down almost as we imagine it to have fallen upon the doomed cities of the plain, and the hot breath of the flames scorched the exposed cheek and crisped even eyebrows and hair.