190 Like a shadow thrown from afar . . . upon a snowy sheet— . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
208 Allowed his head to drop on his breast, as if saddened by the vanity of
human ambition . . . . . . 326 This was his passing. This–. . . . . . . . . 388 OTHER
... startled me by whispering at my feet : “Stand aside, seņor''. . . . . 166 Standing
there, in the midst of the whispering, bareheaded, kneeling, and villainous crowd,
I had a vivid vision of her pale, dim, pitiful face . . . . 190 Like a shadow thrown ...
The warm reflection of the light behind her, gilding the curve of her face from ear
to chin, lost itself in the shadows of black lace falling from dark hair that was not
quite black. She spoke as if the words clung to her lips; as if she had to put them ...
The alternative would have been a shabby, ignominious life at Calais, in the
shadow of Brummel and such. My father used to sit all day by the fire, inscribing “
ideas” every now and then in a pocket-book. I think he was writing * an epic
We stood in a little slanting cutting in the shadow. A watery light before the
moon's rising slanted downwards from the hilltop along the opposite bank. We
stood in utter silence. “If you stir a hair,” my captor said coolly, “I'll squeeze the
blood out ...
What people are saying - Write a review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - ToddSherman - LibraryThing
“And on this ghostly sigh, on this breath, with the feeble click of beads in the nun’s hands, a silence fell upon the room, vast as the stillness of a world of unknown faiths, loves, beliefs, of ... Read full review