Kneeling on the
flagstones by the light of Daddy Jacques's lantern he removed the clothes from the body and laid bare its breast.
His rheumaticky feet, tired with balancing that squat body for many years upon the decks of small coasters, and made sore by miles of tramping upon the
flagstones of the dock side, had hurried up in time to avert a ridiculous catastrophe.
Upon the large square in front of the hotel, the shadows of the tents, intersected by the golden moonbeams, formed as it were a huge mosaic of jet and yellow
flagstones. Soon, however, the entire town was wrapped in slumber; a feeble light still glimmered in Madame's apartment, which looked out upon the square, and the soft rays from the expiring lamp seemed to be the image of the calm sleep of a young girl, hardly yet sensible of life's anxieties, and in whom the flame of existence sinks placidly as sleep steals over the body.
The deacon's hand in a plush cuff accepted a three-rouble note unobtrusively, and the deacon said he would put it down in the register, and his new boots creaking jauntily over the
flagstones of the empty church, he went to the altar.
We met no other wayfarers on the deserted
flagstones, and were ourselves favored with a very hard stare from the constable of the beat, who, however, touched his helmet on recognizing my companion.
that sounded like a musket-butt on
flagstones he sat down amid leaping glasses.
A sense of stairs descended as if in a dream, of
flagstones, of a chaise and horses standing, then a street, and a turning into another street where a stage-coach was standing, taking in passengers, and the darting thought that that coach would take her away, perhaps toward home.
How vividly I call to mind the damp about the house, the green cracked
flagstones in the court, an old leaky water-butt, and the discoloured trunks of some of the grim trees, which seemed to have dripped more in the rain than other trees, and to have blown less in the sun!
I got up, and went down into the great hall, and so out upon the
flagstones in front of the palace.
The masks had gone home and our footsteps echoed on the
flagstones with unequal sound as of men without purpose, without hope.
And all the time the stream of shabby people was hastening by us, with the continuous dreary shuffling of weary footsteps on the
flagstones. The sunshine falling on the grime of surfaces, on the poverty of tones and forms seemed of an inferior quality, its joy faded, its brilliance tarnished and dusty.
A misty rain settled like silvery dust on clothes, on moustaches; wetted the faces, varnished the
flagstones, darkened the walls, dripped from umbrellas.