"The curse of God on thee for a blockhead!" said Don Quixote; "where hast thou ever heard of castles and royal palaces being built in alleys without an outlet
, or the Susquehanna, flows through a gorge in the low banks just mentioned, which may have a width of two hundred feet.
Heyward turned the instant she gave a direction to his suspicions, and peering just above the ledge which formed the threshold of the open outlet of the cavern, he beheld the malignant, fierce and savage features of Le Renard Subtil.
Rushing to the outlet, Heyward caught a glimpse of his dark figure stealing around a low and narrow ledge, which soon hid him entirely from sight.
Nothing makes so much smoke as burning straw--now where did the smoke go to, if there is no subterranean outlet
Like all true art, the general conduct of a ship and her handling in particular cases had a technique which could be discussed with delight and pleasure by men who found in their work, not bread alone, but an outlet
for the peculiarities of their temperament.
But he still kept on running, going along the right side of the court towards the end of the right wing of the chateau, which had no other outlet
than the door of the little chamber occupied by the forest-keeper.
Its course was N.N.E., in the direction of the Sea of Oman, between Arabia and the Indian Peninsula, which serves as an outlet
to the Persian Gulf.
These words, then, were my glimmer of light; it was here I found my sole outlet
; and in truth, though the cold light roused, it did not cheer me; nor did the outlet
seem such as I should like to pass through.
He had loitered about, for some time, when he found himself in a retired spot--a kind of courtyard of venerable appearance--which he discovered had no other outlet
than the turning by which he had entered.
The railway track wound in and out among the passes, now approaching the mountain-sides, now suspended over precipices, avoiding abrupt angles by bold curves, plunging into narrow defiles, which seemed to have no outlet
. The locomotive, its great funnel emitting a weird light, with its sharp bell, and its cow-catcher extended like a spur, mingled its shrieks and bellowings with the noise of torrents and cascades, and twined its smoke among the branches of the gigantic pines.
Then as without the touch of verse divine There is no outlet
for the pent-up soul,