But before dawn we was awake again, because meantime a storm had come up and been raging, and the thunder and lightning was awful, and the wind was a-thrashing the trees around, and the rain was driving down in slanting
sheets, and the gullies was running rivers.
The second picture contained for foreground only the dim peak of a hill, with grass and some leaves slanting
as if by a breeze.
She stared out of the window with her lips pinched together, and it seemed quite natural that the rain should have begun to pour down in gray slanting
lines and splash and stream down the window-panes.
Her paling beams streamed through the nearer windows, and lay in long strips of slanting
light on the marble pavement of the Hall.
I stood in a window, and looked across the ancient street at the opposite houses, recalling how I had watched them on wet afternoons, when I first came there; and how I had used to speculate about the people who appeared at any of the windows, and had followed them with my eyes up and down stairs, while women went clicking along the pavement in pattens, and the dull rain fell in slanting
lines, and poured out of the water-spout yonder, and flowed into the road.
The expression of trusting simplicity in Marner's face, heightened by that absence of special observation, that defenceless, deer-like gaze which belongs to large prominent eyes, was strongly contrasted by the self-complacent suppression of inward triumph that lurked in the narrow slanting
eyes and compressed lips of William Dane.
In the slanting
beams that streamed through the open doorway the dust danced and was golden.
Behind her, the members of the Corps de Ballet, young and old, discussed the events of the day in whispers or exchanged discreet signals with their friends, a noisy crowd of whom surrounded the supper-tables arranged along the slanting
The chimney stack stood up above the roof like a little stone tower, and the daylight shone down from the top, under the slanting
slates that kept out the rain.
They reached the top of the hill towards the first hour of evening; the sun was descending heaven, the colour had all drawn into the west; the hills were modelled in their least contour by the soft, slanting
shine; and the wide moorlands, veined with glens and hazelwoods, ran west and north in a hazy glory of light.
That gap was altogether fortunate for me, for the narrow chimney, slanting
obliquely upward, must have impeded the nearer pursuers.