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There followed a deafening volley of cheering, tankards clinked together and shone in the flickering light and every eye looked towards the girl, who, colouring deeply, shrank from the tumult around her like a leaf shivering in a storm-wind. Robin glanced at her with a half-jealous, half-anxious look, but her face was turned away from him.
And he went to the host of the Achaians. Now the Trojans like flame or storm-wind were following in close array, with fierce intent, after Hector, son of Priam. With shouts and cries they came, and thought to take the ships of the Achaians, and to slay thereby all the bravest of the host.
Then he kicked it, so that it rolled over, and the sand came up in waves eager to bury it. In an hour woman, sedan chair, lantern would all be beneath a level plain of sand. He turned back towards the bungalow. "Saidie," he murmured, and the storm-wind seemed to rave "Saidie!"
When the storm-wind blows he lounges in the sunny corner of the Piazza; when the rain comes he smokes at home or mends his nets under the picture of the Madonna and the Bambino; when the cold comes he sits passive and numbed till the cold goes.
The lynx were the tuft-eared, short-tailed species. They would attack and kill a cow-elk. In winter on the rim the snow sometimes fell fifteen feet deep, so that the game wintered underneath. Snow did not lay long on the sunny, open ridges of the basin. That night a storm-wind roared mightily in the pines.
Yet each letter caused emotions which ran like a storm-wind through the child's fragile being, and seemed to exhaust the young life at its source. Then came the diphtheria, acting with poisonous effect on a nervous system already overstrained.
No, again and again the evening breeze raises the mantle of the rider, and the charming angelic brow is still seen resting upon the bosom of the count. No, it is no dream, it is truth and reality! Like a storm-wind flies the count over hill and heath, and on his bosom reposes Natalie, the daughter of the empress!
He looked disconcerted, took off his glasses and put them on again, and at length muttered something about storm-wind dissipating the miasma in the air and events being mere coincidence. The house was never again visited by the Dark Presence. Phantom or fancy, the horror was gone as if it never had brooded about the place. Desire Locke is a fatal companion only to my heart.
They scudded long before the storm-wind, losing their reckoning, and rushing by island temples that showed like ghosts through the mist, and past havens which they could not win. On they fled, and the men would gladly have lightened the ship by casting the cargo overboard; but the captain watched the hatches with a sword and two bronze-tipped spears in his hand.
I have retained that song in my memory, word for word: At their own free will They seem to wander O'er the green sea yonder, Those ships, as still They are onward going, With white sails flowing. And among those ships My eye can mark My own dear barque: By two oars guided The storm-wind raves: And the old ships see! With wings spread free, Over the waves They scatter and flee! The sea I will hail
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