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Some of this light even floated from enormous braziers, thereby filling the night with clouds of mist-flame; or flooded across the bay from reservoirs of tinted glass, thereby sluicing the whole dream-world with fluid color. All this was reflected in still lakes and quiet pools.
"The Assignation" indicates that he had lived in Venice, where, in fact, he had never been; others of his stories have the atmosphere of other times and lands; and most of them pass in a dream-world of his own creation, "out of space, out of time."
The catastrophe was still unreal to me, and the world a dream-world. Indeed, I retain scarcely any recollections of the traffic of that day, or of the days that followed it until we reached Port Said. Two things only made any striking appeal to my dulled intelligence at that time. These were: the aloof attitude of Dr.
At his elbow the clock ticked upon the mantelshelf spacing the seconds, and the fire was hot upon his limbs. That dream-world in Africa dissolved to a vapour. Clarice recalled him to it at last. 'I never imagined, she said in a low voice, 'that the truth was anything like this. I shouldn't have asked you if I had.
Her canoe looked like a dream-craft, for the water was very still, and everywhere a blue film hung like a fragrant veil, for the peat on Lulu Island had been smoldering for days and its pungent odors and blue-grey haze made a dream-world of sea and shore and sky.
But dreams are something more, for the images are in a sense real, objective on their own plane; and the knowledge that there is another world, even a dream-world, lightens the tyranny of material life. Much of poetry and art is such a solace from dreamland.
Within sound of the mellow harp-music it was balmiest spring-time, as the castlefolk followed the gleeman over the hills and dales of a flowering dream-world. For a space after he had finished, the silence remained unbroken, then gave way only to an outburst of applause. And one did even better than applaud.
Schubert's 'Hedge Roses' for one, and that nocturne of your own for the other. It'll just about take the house!" So Mrs. Fleming, with an extraordinary feeling that she had somehow been whisked back to her school-days, sat practising in the drawing-room, with Diana, curled up in the corner of the sofa for audience. It was a dream-world for them both.
The only intense bit of colour in the picture was the violet blue of Elsie Mayhew's eyes eyes that looked into you and through you to some dream-world unsullied by the disconcerting realities of life, which seemed only awaiting the given moment to rush in and dispel the dream. For, as the sky gave promise of fuller light, so did the girl's spirit seem hovering on the verge of fuller knowledge.
"Oh dear I must go to bed," cried Susan. Ruth's voice somehow seemed to be knocking and tumbling her new dream-world. "What time did Sam Wright leave here?" asked Ruth. She was standing in her window now. Susan saw that her face looked tired and worn, almost homely. "At ten," she replied. "Uncle George knocked on the banister." "Are you sure it was ten?" said Ruth sharply. "I guess so.
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