The echoes shrieked and barked, the hissing balls seemed actually to rarefy the air, and then opaque smoke filled the vault
The boulder-strewn plain between the valley's edge and the mighty granite kopje, outside the city's walls, where lay the entrance to the passage-way leading to the treasure vault
, gave the Belgian ample cover as he followed Tarzan toward Opar.
were, it was believed, used as dungeons in the old times-- say, some centuries since.
Reed's spirit, harassed by the wrongs of his sister's child, might quit its abode--whether in the church vault
or in the unknown world of the departed--and rise before me in this chamber.
They drove out of the vault
into a clear space and stopped before an immensely long but low-built house which seemed to ramble round a stone court.
He took the arm of Chateau-Renaud, and turned towards the vault
, where the attendants had already placed the two coffins.
Yet, might I presume to say so, the gem would make a rare sepulchral lamp, and would display the glories of your lordship's progenitors more truly in the ancestral vault
than in the castle hall.
Thus he spoke, and when each of them had marked his lot, and had thrown it into the helmet of Agamemnon son of Atreus, the people lifted their hands in prayer, and thus would one of them say as he looked into the vault
of heaven, "Father Jove, grant that the lot fall on Ajax, or on the son of Tydeus, or upon the king of rich Mycene himself.
They crept through the gap, and found themselves in a large vault
, whose domed roof had been also broken away by tree-roots so that a few streaks of light dropped down into the darkness.
At the door of his vault
he turned and pressed my hand.
The faint light that filtered in from above showed him a large, low-ceiled vault
from which several doorways led off into inky darkness, but there was no need to thread an unknown way, for there before him lay the objects of his search--the mad brute had the girl upon the floor, and gorilla-like fingers were clutching frantically at her throat as she struggled to escape the fury of the awful thing upon her.
Then turning to the fire James seized the tongs, "and under his feet he mightily brast up a blank of the chamber,"* and leaping down into the vault
beneath he let the plank fall again into its place.
They were in hopes now, but their hope was of but short duration, and at night again thick clouds hid the starry vault
from all eyes.
How divinely do vault
and arch here contrast in the struggle: how with light and shade they strive against each other, the divinely striving ones.
Holding his head bent down before him, and struggling with the wind that strove to tear the wraps away from him, Levin was moving up to the copse and had just caught sight of something white behind the oak tree, when there was a sudden flash, the whole earth seemed on fire, and the vault
of heaven seemed crashing overhead.