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“Dome-shaped shrubs of glossy green (native cabbage — SCAEVOLA KOENIGII), with groups of pandanus palms bearing massive orange-coloured fruits; and here and there graceful umbrella trees, with deep-red decorations, hibiscus bushes hung with yellow funnells, and a thin line of ever-sighing beech oaks (CASUARINA) fringe the clean untrodden sand.”
“Although this would be an exceedingly thin line with which to confront a powerful adversary, Beauregard was so confident of the strategy of a counterstroke delivered from his right that he did not attempt to change his confused dispositions, or to give further reinforcement to the left.”
“The skirmishers would go first, the thin line of Riflemen and redcoats wading the Alberche to drive off the sentries and lock up the French Voltigeurs so that they could not blunt the attack of the massed British Battalions which would follow on to the French flank.”
“The transmogrants were in place behind a thin line of swordsmen.”
“The transmogrants stood in the center of the line, serving as an anchor, hidden behind a thin line of foot soldiers.”
“The nine TOW detachments were spread out in a thin line to the rear, where Papa Company combat team stood centrally placed, ready to perform its important blocking role.”
“Jackson, dust covered and gray, rode on to report to Lee, who was waiting, with more anxiety than he exhibited, the arrival of the detached divisions to reinforce the thin line he had drawn behind Antietam Creek.9”
“She smelled unpleasantly fruity, like the statice Madda grew in the backyard, straddling the thin line between overripe and rotten.”
“I remember, too, how there seemed to be only a thin line distinguishing the Jewish and Christian populations in that city: among my fathers closest friends was an exceedingly gentle man named Dave Calichman, and I knew he was Jewish the way I knew that my mothers family was English, or that Sokolowski was a Russian name and Masse a French one.”
“The wall of glass on to the west-facing terrace had been folded open, and far out in the darkness a thin line of molten red bled across the width of the sky, radiating hot colour up into shadowy clouds boiling with crimson, orange and gold: the last throes of the dying day.”
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