Above them Ska still circled, and it seemed to the ape-man that the
ill-omened bird hovered ever lower and lower as though reading in that failing gait the nearing of the end, and through cracked lips Tarzan growled out his defiance.
Scarcely had they finished their
ill-omened repast, when the air above us was darkened by two mighty shadows.
To this day, in the lonely ranches of the West, the name of the Danite Band, or the Avenging Angels, is a sinister and an
ill-omened one.
Perhaps the thought of that lonely walk across the
ill-omened moor was weighing heavily upon his mind.
Do not beget children when you are come back from
ill-omened burial, but after a festival of the gods.
He would draw back from them as
ill-omened things, and next moment he was going over them to himself like a child at lessons.
Probably, Monsieur Gabelle passed a long night up there, with the distant chateau for fire and candle, and the beating at his door, combined with the joy-ringing, for music; not to mention his having an
ill-omened lamp slung across the road before his posting-house gate, which the village showed a lively inclination to displace in his favour.
To find this widow woman, whose life for so many years had been supposed to be one of solitude and retirement, and who, in her quiet suffering character, had gained the good opinion and respect of all who knew her--to find her linked mysteriously with an
ill-omened man, alarmed at his appearance, and yet favouring his escape, was a discovery that pained as much as startled him.
And now arose a struggle so fell, so long, so evenly sustained, that even now the memory of it is handed down amongst the Cantabrian mountaineers and the
ill-omened knoll is still pointed out by fathers to their children as the "Altura de los Inglesos," where the men from across the sea fought the great fight with the knights of the south.
Nevermore was he to return to wind-beaten Ilius, exulting in his chariot and his horses; ere he could do so, death of
ill-omened name had overshadowed him and he had fallen by the spear of Idomeneus the noble son of Deucalion.
Who could see anything but the
ill-omened figure of Michael Vanstone, posted darkly on the verge of the present time -- and closing all the prospect that lay beyond him?
Furthermore I say--and lay my saying to your heart--the coming dawn will usher in the
ill-omened day that is to sever me from the house of Ulysses, for I am about to hold a tournament of axes.