Colonel Stark went up to her, whispered something in her ear, and then, pushing her back into the room from whence she had come, he walked towards me again with the lamp in his hand.
Colonel Stark laid down the lamp on the top of a harmonium beside the door.
The newcomers were Colonel Lysander Stark and a short thick man with a chinchilla beard growing out of the creases of his double chin, who was introduced to me as Mr.
Colonel Lysander Stark stopped at last before a low door, which he unlocked.
As she spoke a light sprang into view at the further end of the passage, and I saw the lean figure of Colonel Lysander Stark rushing forward with a lantern in one hand and a weapon like a butcher's cleaver in the other.
I inquired of him whether he had ever heard of Colonel Lysander Stark.
She was suckling a new-born child, and another child, stark
naked, was playing at her feet.
Up from the little open space in front of the King's dwelling-house leaped a hissing bright flame; they had kindled a fire, and black forms of men, stark
naked and wounding themselves with spears, danced around it and made the air hideous with discordant cries.
The sky was sharp and blue; the snow diamonds sparkled insistently; the stark
trees were bare and shameless, with a kind of brazen beauty; the hills shot assaulting lances of crystal.