Everything seemed deadly still, but once something near us, some plaster or broken brickwork
, slid down with a rumbling sound.
Having procured mortar, sand, and hair, with every possible precaution, I prepared a plaster which could not be distinguished from the old, and with this I very carefully went over the new brickwork
Only, since our last journey thither, the walls had taken a grayer tint, and the brickwork
assumed a more harmonious copper tone; the trees had grown, and many that then only stretched their slender branches along the tops of the hedges, now bushy, strong, and luxuriant, cast around, beneath boughs swollen with sap, great shadows of blossoms of fruit for the benefit of the traveler.
Somebody laughed at the little tattered figure strutting on the brickwork
plinth under the great tree.
He ran it up eight stories high, however, and two of them still stand, at this day--a colossal mass of brickwork
, rent down the centre by earthquakes, and seared and vitrified by the lightnings of an angry God.
I advanced over the grass, and observed here and there, where the ground rose a little, some moldering fragments of brickwork
The houses in many parts fell outwards; thus forming in the middle of the streets little hillocks of brickwork and rubbish.
The walls in the former direction certainly stood better than those in the latter; the greater number of the masses of brickwork were thrown down towards the N.
During this time, Rouletabille had mounted into the opening of the fire-grate--that is to say, he had got upon the bricks of a furnace --and was attentively examining the chimney, which grew narrower towards the top, the outlet from it being closed with sheets of iron, fastened into the brickwork
, through which passed three small chimneys.
The beam gave at one end--it came down with a lump of brickwork
For a moment Ossipon imagined the overlighted place changed into a dreadful black hole belching horrible fumes choked with ghastly rubbish of smashed brickwork
and mutilated corpses.
It was the Normans who began to build that fine old hall, which is, like the town, telling of the thoughts and hands of widely sundered generations; but it is all so old that we look with loving pardon at its inconsistencies, and are well content that they who built the stone oriel, and they who built the Gothic facade and towers of finest small brickwork
with the trefoil ornament, and the windows and battlements defined with stone, did not sacreligiously pull down the ancient half-timbered body with its oak-roofed banqueting-hall.