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Various Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature…

There is nothing like an eye in inanimate nature; no flower, no speck on a bough,{658} no gleaming stone wet with dew, nothing, indeed, to which it can be compared. The eye betrayed it; I could not overlook an eye. Neither nature nor inherited experience had taught the pheasant to hide its eye; the bird not only wished to conceal itself, but to watch my motions, and looking up from its cover, was immediately observed.
At a turn of the lane there was a great heap of oak ‘chumps,’ crooked logs, sawn in lengths, and piled together.
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Various Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature…

Arrived at Hoy, the Orator lost no time in seeking out Snorro, whom he found outside the Dwarfie Stone gazing intently at the setting sun. At his visitor’s approach he looked up and saluted him gravely.
In few words the earl acquainted the wizard with the object of his visit, offering him at the same time a handful of gold pieces. The dwarf eyed the young man scrutinisingly, remarking as he took the gold: ‘Blind must the maiden be, Sir Earl, who needs aught to fix her fancy on so gallant a knight.’
His visitor laughed harshly. ‘A woman’s fancy is harder to catch than a sunbeam,’ he said.
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Various Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature…

Another sign—the grass by the gateway, an acre of it, was brightly yellow with hawkweeds, and under these were the last faded brown heads of meadow clover; the brown, the bright yellow disks, the green grass, the tinted sunlight falling upon it, caused a wavering colour that fleeted before the glance.
All things brown, and yellow, and red, are brought out by the autumn sun; the brown furrows freshly turned where the stubble was yesterday, the brown bark of trees, the brown fallen leaves, the brown stalks of plants
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