My poor boy, he who is sitting in sackcloth and ashes needs no jester.
What mattered it that the honey of it was as ashes in her mouth?
The Old Map knocked the ashes out of his pipe and went in to look at him.
He flicked the ashes from his cigar, nursing his knee with the other hand.
I carried the rod below, to dry it, and covered the lower part with ashes.
Their pen held them and the ashes covered them and to-day we can see their skeletons.
After two or three hours we reached the bottom of the cone of rocks and ashes.
They are made by the ashes that have been dug out by the excavators and piled here.
Nothing but ashes remained to mark the spot,—nothing but ashes!
Bless the place, I love the ashes of the vagabond fires that have scorched its grass!
