was a schoolboy of fourteen years old; four years older than I, for I was but ten: large and stout for his age, with a dingy and unwholesome skin; thick lineaments in a spacious visage, heavy limbs and large extremities.
returned, and were hailed with the most anxious eagerness.
And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed
made the most graceful curtseys.
She smiled upon him with a smile that seemed the visible music of his pipe of reeds
Father Brown, though commonly a silent, was an oddly sympathetic little man, and in those few but endless hours he unconsciously sank deeper into the secrets of Reed
House than his professional friend.
I ran over the white space and down a steep slope, through a scattered growth of trees, and came to a low-lying stretch of tall reeds
, through which I pushed into a dark, thick undergrowth that black and succulent under foot.
The elasticity of the reeds
quickly recovering from the temporary pressure of our bodies, caused them to spring back to their original position; so that they closed in upon us as we advanced, and prevented the circulation of little air which might otherwise have reached us.
Edgar Caswall, who was now wholly obsessed by the kite and all belonging to it, found a distinct resemblance between that intermittent rumble and the snake-charming music produced by the pigeons flying through the dry reeds
The anchor, instead of catching the branches of the tree, took hold in the masses of reeds
mixed with the thick mud of the marshes, which offered considerable resistance.
From the shelter of the reeds
along the river, Werper and Tarzan watched the blacks.
One of the ape-man's hands clutched the thick mane, and as the bull raced madly through the reeds
the thing striking at his life was dragged beside him.
It fell among some Reeds
, which it thus addressed: "I wonder how you, who are so light and weak, are not entirely crushed by these strong winds.
So, hiding it among the reeds
by the water's edge, he returned to his master.
She waters her horses from Meles deep in reeds
, and swiftly drives her all-golden chariot through Smyrna to vine-clad Claros where Apollo, god of the silver bow, sits waiting for the far-shooting goddess who delights in arrows.
When they reached a little marsh Levin would have driven by, but Stepan Arkadyevitch, with the experienced eye of a sportsman, at once detected reeds
visible from the road.