In a word, it was the season of setting
fire to the prairies.
Madame, you are goodness itself; the tide of prosperity is setting
in on you; your cup brims over with happiness, and many long years are yet before you.
Often a part of the crew would have to leap into the water at the shallows, and wade along with the towing line, while their comrades on board toilfully assisted with oar and setting
The sun was setting
fast, and already half of its circle had sunk behind the hill: Jorindel on a sudden looked behind him, and saw through the bushes that they had, without knowing it, sat down close under the old walls of the castle.
The doctor had much difficulty in restraining the balloon; but at length the wind died away with the setting
in of nightfall; and the two friends kept watch together in an almost desperate state of mind.
His favorite occupation when not playing boston, a card game he was very fond of, was that of listener, especially when he succeeded in setting
two loquacious talkers at one another.
Here slaves were busy in a moment setting
things to rights for the departure of their master.
He was evidently setting
a trap for her of some kind.
Suddenly I saw a man almost under the animal's nose, and reined in with a jerk that came near setting
the creature upon its haunches.
Taylor had found the ingredients for chemical fuel, and the distilling of them had, with the motor trouble, accounted for their delay in setting
out after me.
aside their rewards and results, I want to know what they are in themselves, and how they inwardly work in the soul.
Where, then, lies the difference between the food of the nobleman and the porter, if both are at dinner on the same ox or calf, but in the seasoning, the dressing, the garnishing, and the setting
All around the horizon are pale, fleecy clouds, never changing, never moving, like a silver setting
for the flawless turquoise sky.
We're just setting
the house in order, Alan," said James, in his frightened and somewhat fawning way.
Everything he saw from the carriage window, everything in that cold pure air, in the pale light of the sunset, was as fresh, and gay, and strong as he was himself: the roofs of the houses shining in the rays of the setting
sun, the sharp outlines of fences and angles of buildings, the figures of passers-by, the carriages that met him now and then, the motionless green of the trees and grass, the fields with evenly drawn furrows of potatoes, and the slanting shadows that fell from the houses, and trees, and bushes, and even from the rows of potatoes--everything was bright like a pretty landscape just finished and freshly varnished.