He shouted Christine's name, brandished his pistol, knocked his forehead against the glass in his endeavors to run down the glades of the illusive
Sabor paced back and forth beneath the tree for hours; four times she crouched and sprang at the dancing sprite above her, but might as well have clutched at the illusive
wind that murmured through the tree tops.
Volley after volley they vomited upon the temple guards; volley on volley crashed through the thin air toward the fleeting and illusive
With a bound he cleared the intervening bush--there was a splash as the water closed about him--and then, with powerful strokes, he swam out into the impenetrable night with no guide save the memory of an illusive
cry, and for company the hideous denizens of an equatorial river.
Miss Ophelia and the physician alone felt no encouragement from this illusive
As I looked I began to appreciate the reason for the strangeness of the landscape that had haunted me from the first with an illusive
suggestion of the bizarre and unnatural--THERE WAS NO HORIZON
She might recover from these horrors so far as to be restored to her former health, her tranquillity, her cheerfulness even - but never to those feelings which would appear to her, henceforth, as a fleeting fancy, a vain, illusive
dream; especially as there was no one to remind her of my existence - no means of assuring her of my fervent constancy, now that we were so far apart, and delicacy forbade me to see her or to write to her, for months to come at least.
But my boyhood was lonely, parentless; uncheered by brother or sister; and there was no marvel that, just as I rose to youth, a sorceress, finding me lost in vague mental wanderings, with many affections and few objects, glowing aspirations and gloomy prospects, strong desires and slender hopes, should lift up her illusive
lamp to me in the distance, and lure me to her vaulted home of horrors.
Some who have lain flat on the ice for a long time, looking down through the illusive
medium, perchance with watery eyes into the bargain, and driven to hasty conclusions by the fear of catching cold in their breasts, have seen vast holes "into which a load of hay might be driven," if there were anybody to drive it, the undoubted source of the Styx and entrance to the Infernal Regions from these parts.
There was a mysterious kind of a smile, if it might not better be called a grin or grimace, upon his visage; but, of all the throng that beheld him, not an individual appears to have possessed insight enough to detect the illusive
character of the stranger except a little child and a cur dog.
And the greater the interval which separates them from philosophy and reason, the more strange and illusive
will be the pleasure?
Moonlight, in a familiar room, falling so white upon the carpet, and showing all its figures so distinctly -- making every object so minutely visible, yet so unlike a morning or noontide visibility -- is a medium the most suitable for a romance-writer to get acquainted with his illusive