 on high. The blue flames played upon his face, and imparted the wild and ghastly light which alone could have suited its expression; it was that of a fiend on the verge of plunging into his gulf of intensest torment. " O Mother Earth," cried he, " who...  Little Classics: Exile - الصفحة 27المحررون: - 1879عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | David Blair - 2002 - عدد الصفحات: 252
...supposed, would have scorched and shrivelled him up in a moment Ethan Brand stood erect and raised his arms on high. The blue flames played upon his face and...verge of plunging into his gulf of intensest torment ‘0 Mother Earth,' cried he, ‘who art no more my mother, and into whose bosom this frame shall never... | |
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