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was and dark
Above me a dark rider was whipping his pony with a quirt in an attempt to hurdle the bales.
Although it was dark as usual I could see that the hall had only recently contained a great many people.
I felt certain that the director, like the afternoon clerk, seldom moved beyond the counter, that the hall, to them, was a jungle, a dark and unwelcome place.
It was a bold, dark castle of pine boughs that stood like a medieval fortress, eclipsing the sun and human time.
It was dark early, because of the storm.
Once the door was open, they crowded him inside the dark building.
There was a feeling that this mission would be canceled like all the others and that this muddy wet dark world of combat would go on forever.
His face was dark as the sky above it as he stood on the wing and waited for his pilot.
Underneath him the sea was a dark and muddied gray.
Another car was coming, a tiny, dark shape on a far hill.
He was looking out on the dark waters of the Lake when I came upon him and without wasting words I smacked him hard across the face.
The Grafin, who was charmed by her, told her, `` Your sister who was here two years ago has quite dark hair.
She was like charcoal, he thought -- dark, opaque, explosive.
Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.
Slender and tanned, her dark brown hair was drawn straight back, simply.
He was -- as he told himself in the vernacular of a trade no longer his own -- riding the dark train out.
Lunch was over, and we walked back to the hotel with the light and dark of Paris screaming at us.
A little man with a `` a dark copper color '' skin, he was wearing `` calico trousers and a white cotton short gown ''.
There was a host of dark horses.
It was dark.
Al's Little Cafe was small, dark, narrow, and filled with the mingled scent of beer, tobacco smoke, and Italian cooking.
The school was small, dark and ill-equipped.
Far away, standing before a curtained window in the study room, was his father, hands tucked under his coattails, and staring into the dark church.

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`` That was a terrible thing to do '', I said to Oso.
`` But that was war '', I said.
Still, I was disgusted with myself for agreeing with Montero's methods.
In the brief moment I had to talk to them before I took my post on the ring of defenses, I indicated I was sickened by the methods men employed to live and trade on the river.
Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.
Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.
Such was my state of mind that I did not question the possibility of this ; ;
under the circumstances I was only too willing to confess all.
I was nearly thirty at the time.
Sometimes I was aware of people moving about in the darkness.
This impressed me, until I realized how limited was his sphere of influence.
I felt certain he was really a spineless little man.
Once, pressing him, I learned that his job was only part-time, in the afternoons when nothing went on in the hall.
In the mornings, I was informed, fluorescent tubes, similar to the one above the counter, illuminated the entire hall.
I was shown, instead, a batch of white tickets of the sort handed out, he told me, every morning.
Now, here was something of obvious importance to me, yet when I reached for the tickets he snatched them away from my hand.
It was, I felt, possible that they were men who, having received no tickets for that day, had remained in the hall, to sleep perhaps, in the corners farthest removed from the counter with its overhead light.
I felt certain it was self-appointed.
I decided to see no more of the clerk until the processing of my papers was completed.
I was constantly searching for clues around the neighborhood of the hall.

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