Word: moonlighting
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...expecting the doctor, and hearing a knock on the door he started forward. The sound of more than one pair of boots on the porch made him look out of the window. His yard was full of men. In long white robes they writhed with dismal laughter in the moonlight. They called to him "Come out, Simon." 'My wife's sick," he shouted through the window. A volley of revolver bullets spattered against the front door. Six men in white robes came after the bullets. They took Simon away and beat...
...King drove. Frequently he sent the car along faster than 70 miles an hour to make up for time lost on the worst stretches. When the King reached Tolosa, he entered upon the mountain passes, a nerve racking drive even in full daylight. But there was not even moonlight for the royal driver as heavy clouds obscured the sky and at Burgos, across the mountains, heavy rains greeted...
...National Illiteracy Crusade proceeded. Mrs. Cora Wilson Stewart, its director, was active in Montana, establishing "moonlight schools" similar to those she introduced in Kentucky, on the Blackfoot Indian Reservation, near Browning. Classes were begun in the Owen Heavy Breast school and in the home of one John Bull Shoe. Commonwealth College, founded three years ago by Laborites in a virgin dip of the Ozarks, near Mena, Ark., swung into action with two characteristic announcements: 1) Tuition, food, books, lodging and laundry came to $100 for the year, not including soap, tooth paste and pencils; and, "the school body dresses plainly...
...Grey moonlight lay on the waters. Plunging through the choppy little waves at twelve knots slipped a submarine, perhaps six feet of her hull above the surface. The Commander, Lieutenant Dobson, strolled across the bridge, thinking perhaps of nothing more weighty than a party a few nights before in New London. Through the speckled gleam of the tiny cluster of ship lights around the conning tower, sparks glowed along the deck, where seamen smoked their customary cigarette before going below...
Here is a novel-reader's novel, splashed with color, with consummate skill laid on. It begins in Abyssinia in afternoons hibiscus-red, rose-pink, iris-purple; in twilights of sapphire-matrix, gold lacquer, saffron fire, blood-scarlet; in sepia shadows of moonlight and, far and far away, star-spangled indigo of the lower sky. There, in a barbaric dawn, John Masterson, a normal middle-aged Englishman, ponders the news that he is heir to a fortune. Only a prayer-got sense of duty persuades him to accept it. Returning to London, he finds his fortune times and times bigger...