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On the hearth, in front of a back-brand to give substance, blazed a fire of throns, that crackled "like the laughter of the fool".
T. Hardy,Wessex Tales, "The Three Strangers", MacMillan, London, 1964, p. 5.
PLACE: Dorset
TIME: mid 19th century
While he stood the boom of the serpent within the adjacent house, and the lesser strains of the fiddler, reached the spot as an accompaniment to the surging hiss of the flying rain on the sod, its louder beating on the cabbage leaves of the garden, on the straw hackles of eight or ten beehives just discernible by the path, and its dripping from the eaves into a row of buckets and pans that had been placed under the walls of the cottage.
T. Hardy,Wessex Tales, "The Three Strangers", MacMillan, London, 1964, p. 8.
PLACE: Dorset
TIME: mid 19th century
The room was so silent - though there were more than twenty people in it - that nothing could be heard but the patter of the rain against the window shutters accompanied by the occasional hiss of a stray drop that fell down the chimney into the fire, and the steady puffing of the man in the corner, who had resumed his pipe of long clay.
The stillness was unexpectedly broken. The distant sound of a gun reverberated through the air - apparently from the direction of the country-town.
T. Hardy,Wessex Tales, "The Three Strangers", MacMillan, London, 1964, p. 20.
PLACE: Dorset
TIME: mid 19th century
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