The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
Far From the Madding Crowd (ed. Henry Holt, 1874)
The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
Far From the Madding Crowd (ed. Henry Holt, 1874)