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She lay still awhile, and let her thoughts dance like the motes in the shimmer of sunlight that stole in between the branches.

— Warwick Deeping Uther and Igraine (1903)

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He thanked God in his heart that he had plucked her blemishless from gradual death. It was even thus, he thought, that a good soldier should ride into Paradise bearing the soul of the woman he loved.

Uther and Igraine (1903)

Men can love a tree, a cottage, a stream; Flavian loved Avalon as being the temple of the unutterable memories of the past.

Her grace, her infinite tenderness, the purity of her, were all set about his soul like angels round a dreamer's bed.

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The black moth night had come into the sky with his golden-spotted wings all spread.

Uther and Igraine (1903)

Night was in the sky, night in her winter austerity — keen, clear, aglitter with stars as though her robe were spangled with cosmic frost.

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