Word: twilighter
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...dear," quoth the tiger, leaping out of the locker room and baring its chief fangs, Backs Slagle and Williams. No doughty woodsman bobbed up at the psychological moment to save the heroine and for a gruesome hour or so the sound of munching was heard on Soldiers' Field. At twilight, an autopsy was performed which revealed Harvard's condition as the most serious she has ever been in after a meeting with her New Jersey relative. Score: Princeton 34, Harvard...
...Golden Twilight. A five-gaited saddle horse, owned by Hugh B. Wick, of Cleveland. This type of horse, common in the South and West, was first seen at the national show three years...
...difference between these people and Mr. Powys lies in the fact that the latter is an artist. His book is in formed with the spirit of Africa as with a sensible presence, is haunted with the shadow of that jungle in whose twilight incredible beasts wage their truceless wars and come down by night to drink from the river-pools under the swinging constellations of the Cross- constellations that see, here and there, man's fugitive campfires, how dwarfed in that illimitable waste! Reading, one can almost detect an odor, acrid, animal, exciting -the smell of Africa...
...from the soft earth under her cabbages, she fashioned him a sword and enchanted it with runes and bade him be off. So Alvaric set his face toward the Elfin Mountains, whose changeless peaks were the color of forget-me-nots, and in due time passed the frontier of twilight that bordered the fields men knew and was the rampart of Elfland...
...would have slept the sun down. Now, poor creature, his ashes are jarred and desecrated a thousand times a day-by mechanisms like that." To scan more closely Puncheon's mound, the two enter the ancient graveyard and stay there reading the epitaphs till twilight falls around them. This is the tenuous framework upon which Walter De La Mare has shaped one more unearthly, sad and lovely book. Turning, as always, from what is to him the Stench, trespass and futility of the present, he breaks bread with phantoms; in these pages the dead stand up and breathe...