Word: amberes
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...Knights held her against the Turks. She became the bulwark of Christendom against the Infidel, grew to be an even stouter bulwark when Grand Master Jean de la Valette Parisot built the fortress city which was named after him and which stands today on the north shore like an amber rock pile in the Mediterranean's sapphire...
...while the outrageous Englishmen bounded up & down the narrow, stepped streets of Valletta, sweated at rugger, cricket, swam in the surf. Though there was never any outburst (the warm, damp sirocco was too enervating and the Maltese were too polite), neither did there burn in Britain's amber jewel any flame of devotion to the King. Not even when, in 1921, his Majesty granted self rule (within limits). The Governors and the governed lived in separate worlds, while many a Maltese cast wistful, restless eyes at Rome...
...atmosphere in the Drones' Club was thickly postprandial, a pleasant miasma of tobacco smoke, port, fizz water splashing into amber whiskey, just as Old Plum-Pelham Grenville (P. G.) Wodehouse to you-had often described...
...other Glasgow dogs are buried in the Richmond pet cemetery under marble stones. Novelist Glasgow likes dogs so much that she has a collection of some 75 porcelain and pottery dogs. James Branch Cabell also keeps a collector's zoo-lions, cows, horses, elephants, rhinoceroses in glass, bronze, amber, porcelain and terra cotta. One day Cabell admired one of Miss Glasgow's porcelain dogs so much that she gave it to him. Delighted, Author Cabell did not dare to put it down for fear that Miss Bennett, Novelist Glasgow's jealously vigilant secretary, would snatch...
...officer gloated: "We were on the target when suddenly the Navy let fly. It was like 500 thunderstorms rolled into one. One of my pilots said that even the typhoons he had experienced in the Pacific Islands came nowhere near it. Every cloud flamed with bright amber color and we could see the bursts of the naval salvos in the docks. . . . The searchlights went quite drunk, waving aimlessly about the sky. The antiaircraft guns continued firing, but goodness knows at what. There was complete chaos down below...