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Usage examples of halo.

He found a few winged things that might be called worms, but none that even remotely resembled the angleworm with the halo.

Her face was nestled into the thick fur of the coverlet, her hair fanned around her like a halo spun from Aramaean gold.

As the barkeeper climbed along up, bowing and smiling to everybody, and at last got to the platform, these tents were jerked up aloft all of a sudden, and we saw four noble thrones of gold, all caked with jewels, and in the two middle ones sat old white-whiskered men, and in the two others a couple of the most glorious and gaudy giants, with platter halos and beautiful armor.

I had gone to get a bobache, a dripping plate on a chandelier, and the man who made the repairs was a saintly old man with a white halo of hair that the afternoon sun caught and made blaze.

I expect we are all agreed that attempted murder is not in the best possible taste and a vague distribution of brummagem haloes will not persuade us to alter our opinion.

So Clancy would take charge of Jack, which was fine with Cluny, who had truly lost his heart to little Merry, the darling cherub with the halo of red hair and the laughing blue eyes.

As he rode away, a brave but defenseless figure haloed by a cloud of dust, Dolley wondered if she would ever see him again.

Because we all have egos, we fantasize that we will simply leap to the top of the mountain where the halos are handed out, but this never happens.

Welcome Dish, braided at the ends and electrostatically charged so that it made an evenly swirled disk above and behind her head and shoulders, like a halo.

Wiry and pale, Sirhan wears the robes of a Berber goatherd on his body and the numinous halo of a utility fogbank above his head: In his abstraction, he vaguely resembles a saintly shepherd in a post-singularity nativity play.

In New Orleans it was just robes and halos and once a season a zither.

Weird little halos of coloured light cloaked five miniature flatscreens which flickered with the image of the good ship Mirriam, half covered with red digital read-outs.

Wings may be faked, halos might be contrived, but beauty without makeup was surely impossible to feign.

This series of overlapping halos communed with the flickering glow of the fire.

If any prying observer ventured to spy into the mysteries of her glands and canals and fluids, she covered up her work in blinding mists and bewildering halos, like the deities of old.