There were times when he even suspected her of despising him--him, the lord of the Manor, who had given her all she possessed in the world! He swore a furious oath under his breath as he rode.

The darkness ahead of him was all pricked by tiny red sparks, that glanced and flashed like fireflies whichever way he looked.

He rubbed his eyes and they departed, only to swarm again a little farther on.

The rain had soaked him to the skin.

He shivered and swore again as he fumbled for his flask.
The fiery gleams faded wholly away as the raw spirit warmed his blood and revived his brain.