Coming out of the candle-light I blinked like a flitter-mouse. The sky was still a keen blue, with the snow whirling and glittering and dancing; but the light was dying, and I guessed it would be about half-past four — the hands of the schoolhouse clock... Back O' the Moon and Other Stories - Page 325by Oliver Onions - 1906 - 348 pagesFull view
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...that those were a symbol of. I think Lizzie thought so too, for the sight of them seemed to bring lier round a little. She knitted her fat fingers together...dozen yards was up to my waist In a river of snow. "There was a windmill before you came to the station. There's one yet, but it's a dummy— a sailing-mark...