The only bright spot
in the horizon was Hannah's engagement to Will Melville,--a young farmer whose land joined Sunnybrook, who had a good house, was alone in the world, and his own master.
Surely, then, her hopes are not unfounded; and I have one bright spot
, at least, whereon to rest my thoughts.
The one bright spot
in that eternity of fear and suffering was the little child whose tiny hands had long since fastened their softly groping fingers firmly about her heart.
When we stopped to breathe, and I had time to see all about me, the clearness and sweetness of the night, the shapes of the hills like things asleep, and the fire dwindling away behind us, like a bright spot
in the midst of the moor, anger would come upon me in a clap that I must still drag myself in agony and eat the dust like a worm.
Katharine, who had been looking at her mother constantly, while the chatter of tongues held sway, perceived that the look of straightforward indignation had already vanished; her mother was evidently casting about in her mind for some method of escape, or bright spot
, or sudden illumination which should show to the satisfaction of everybody that all had happened, miraculously but incontestably, for the best.
A bright spot
burned in either cheek, her respiration was short and difficult, and her pulse beat with feverish excitement.
Bast also figured, appearing now as a bright spot
in civilization, now as a dark spot, according to the temperament of the speaker.
I look back but to one bright spot
, and that is Waimate, with its Christian inhabitants.
In all the darkness there was but the one bright spot
of the sturdy comrades whom he had left that morning; if he could find them again all would be well.
Here and there were opal shades of wonderful softness, running through bright spots
like diamonds of fire, the brilliancy of which the eye could not bear.
Alexander screened her face from the firelight, which was beginning to throw wavering bright spots
on her dress and hair as the dusk deepened.
The low westering sun shone right on the shoulders of the old Binton Hills, turning the unconscious sheep into bright spots
of light; shone on the windows of the cottage too, and made them a-flame with a glory beyond that of amber or amethyst.