As Magua ended he arose and, uttering the yell of a demon, his polished little axe was seen glancing in the torchlight
as he whirled it above his head.
The chairman was still more worried when the monster torchlight
procession came off, with the members of the Doyle Republican Association all in red capes and hats, and free beer for every voter in the ward--the best beer ever given away in a political campaign, as the whole electorate testified.
He raised his chin and looked us slowly over, in a listless dull way, blinking with the distress of the torchlight
, then dropped his head and fell to muttering again and took no further notice of us.
Why, we could work with a torchlight
procession if we wanted to, I believe.
And I've always noticed this peculiarity about a dead barkeeper - he not only expects all hands to turn out when he arrives, but he expects to be received with a torchlight
And that the soldiers lighted torches, and put the two in the centre, and that we went on to see the last of them, over the black marshes, with the torchlight
shining on their faces - I am particular about that; with the torchlight
shining on their faces, when there was an outer ring of dark night all about us?
They both looked long, while the torchlight
flared on them, on the walls of the cave, and the broad blade of Groan-Maker, and from around rose the sounds of the fray.
So in Nicolete's bower it illuminated with strange radiancy the dainty disorder of deserted lunch, made prisms out of the wine-glasses, painted the white cloth with wedge-shaped rainbows, and flooded the cavernous interiors of the half-eaten fowl with a pathetic yellow torchlight
About half-way down the slope to the stockade, they were collected in a group; one held the light, another was on his knees in their midst, and I saw the blade of an open knife shine in his hand with varying colours in the moon and torchlight
In a Keddah at least there was torchlight
and shouting, but here he was all alone in the dark, and once a trunk came up and touched him on the knee.
By the torchlight
Dantes saw the glittering sabres and carbines of four gendarmes.
This was what she said, and we assented; whereon we could see her working on her great web all day long, but at night she would unpick the stitches again by torchlight