As Sola and I entered the plaza a sight met my eyes which filled my whole being with a great surge of mingled hope, fear, exultation, and depression, and yet most dominant was a subtle sense of relief and happiness; for just as we neared the throng of Martians I caught a glimpse of the prisoner from the battle craft who was being roughly dragged into a nearby building by a couple of green
slime on the rocks alone testified that life was not extinct.
Then she went to the ugly brown spiders, and in gentle words told them, how in Fairy Land their kindred spun all the elfin cloth, and in return the Fairies gave them food, and then how happily they lived among the green
leaves, spinning garments for their neigbbors.
As they walked on, the green
glow became brighter and brighter, and it seemed that at last they were nearing the end of their travels.
There were two men and four females in the party and their ornaments denoted them as members of different hordes, a fact which tended to puzzle me infinitely, since the various hordes of green
men of Barsoom are eternally at deadly war with one another, and never, except on that single historic instance when the great Tars Tarkas of Thark gathered a hundred and fifty thousand green
warriors from several hordes to march upon the doomed city of Zodanga to rescue Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, from the clutches of Than Kosis, had I seen green
Martians of different hordes associated in other than mortal combat.
Motioning Woola to remain quietly where he was, I crept forward to investigate, and from behind the bole of a great tree I saw a long line of the hideous green
warriors of the dead sea bottoms hiding in the dense jungle beside the road.
Two human bodies would have but whetted the creature's appetite, and that he had killed and eaten the green
man and the red girl seemed only too likely to Carthoris.
They stood in an empty space in the midst of great tree-trunks, and out there a little green
light moving slightly up and down showed them where the steamer lay in which they were to embark.
And while he was wondering what had become of the boy, and what he ought to do next under such trying circumstances, the gateway in the green
wall opened and a man came out.
Handsome houses stood on both sides of the road and each had a green
lawn before it as well as a pretty flower garden.
were there or not, there was certain to be somebody present who would not be insensible to her charms, besides the Rector, whose official capacity generally obliged him to attend.
Anne, sitting on the stone step with her lap full of a pale, filmy, green
stuff, looked up rather blankly.
The love-story of my boyhood, in all its particulars, down even to the gift of the green
flag; the mystic predictions of Dame Dermody; the loss of every trace of my little Mary of former days; the rescue of Mrs.
Thomas Lynde-- a meek little man whom Avonlea people called "Rachel Lynde's husband"--was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red brook field away over by Green
Davy and Dora, the Green
Gables twins, whisked the babies off to the garden.