I remained leaning on the window, with a thirsty longing to plunge myself into this blue moonmist, this dew and perfume and silence, which seemed to vibrate and quiver like the stars that strewed the depths of heaven ....— Hauntings
A clear shaft of light pierced the moonmist ahead, lighting a broad space in the river from the next bend down to the tug.— The Plunderer

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