Last of all, there was the explosion, the carrying off of the coin in its canvas sacks to the horses.
Kingozi dropped into the canvas chair, fumbled for a pipe, filled and lighted it.
All else on his canvas is subordinated to the grim image of the colossal Puritan.
That scrubby menagerie had not gained in dignity from its transference to canvas walls.
The chariots, some of ...