drive led up between iron stags and blue glass balls embedded in mounds of geraniums to a front door of highly-varnished walnut under a striped verandah-roof; and behind it ran a narrow hall with a black and yellow star-patterned parquet floor, upon which opened four small square rooms with heavy flock-papers under ceilings on which an Italian house-painter had lavished all the divinities of Olympus.
Those who have followed a dim, winding
, balsamic path to the unexpected hollow where a wood-spring lies have found the rarest secret the forest can reveal.
Followed through one winding
alley and then another, -- and climbing, always climbing -- till at last we gained the breezy height where the huge castle stood.
Ever busily winding
the golden thread that bound them all together, weaving the service of her happy influence through the tissue of all their lives, and making it predominate nowhere, Lucie heard in the echoes of years none but friendly and soothing sounds.
On the 3d of September he arrived on the summit of a mountain which commanded a full view of the eventful valley of Pierre's Hole; whence he could trace the winding
of its stream through green meadows, and forests of willow and cotton-wood, and have a prospect, between distant mountains, of the lava plains of Snake River, dimly spread forth like a sleeping ocean below.
For these winding
, and crooked courses, are the goings of the serpent; which goeth basely upon the belly, and not upon the feet.
Long files of camels and asses laden with merchandise from Jenne were winding
in under the noble trees.
Ata's house stood about eight kilometres from the road that runs round the island, and you went to it along a winding
pathway shaded by the luxuriant trees of the tropics.
And as he descended the winding
stairs of the courts: "A fine rabble of asses and dolts these Parisians
Tirila, lirila," the sweet, clear notes went winding
down the forest paths, coming back again from the more distant bosky shades in faint echoes of sound, "Tirila, lirila, tirila, lirila," until it faded away and was lost.
I'll really call in on the nuns," he said to the officers who watched him smilingly, and he rode off by the winding
path down the hill.
Above a tree-dotted plain through the center of which flowed a winding
river he determined to turn about and start for camp.