"Indistinct" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... appearance of a tent, open, and yet, to a certain degree, secluded, for a fall of lace swept from the cornice, hanging like a veil of woven frost-work before the glass, rendering every thing beyond indistinct, but dreamily beautiful. ...
— Mabel's Mistake • Ann S. Stephens
... to claim satisfaction as for the breach of a Treaty engagement. By the Treaty of Kainardjie (1774) the Sultan had indeed bound himself "to protect the Christian religion and its Churches"; but this phrase was too indistinct to create specific matter of Treaty-obligation; and if it had given to Russia any general right of interference on behalf of members of the Greek Church, it would have given it the same right in behalf of all the Roman Catholics and all the Protestants ...
— History of Modern Europe 1792-1878 • C. A. Fyffe
... or less broadly funnel-form. The color varies from white to flesh color, tinged with yellow sometimes in spots, and marked usually with faint zones of brighter yellow. The zones are sometimes very indistinct or entirely wanting. The gills are crowded, white then yellow, where bruised becoming yellowish, then dull reddish. The stem is equal or tapering below, hollow or stuffed, paler than the pileus, smooth (sometimes pitted as shown in ...
— Studies of American Fungi. Mushrooms, Edible, Poisonous, etc. • George Francis Atkinson
... is something. (Faint call heard; very indistinct.) What's that? I'd almost swear that was a call or a groan. (Another call; JARVIS blows out lantern.) There it is again. (Light is thrown on door as by someone carrying lantern. Pause.) Hark! Listen! There's a light, Rusty. It's coming this way. It's coming, Rusty! ...
— The Ghost Breaker - A Melodramatic Farce in Four Acts • Paul Dickey
... I ought to do, and if you can say, "Come, Ruth," I will come; but, until you can say it, the mountain is yours, Randy, boy, the mine is yours, the cabin is yours, ALL is yours. Rub out the old chalk-marks, Rand, as I rub them out here in my—[A few words here were blurred and indistinct, as if the moon had suddenly become dim-eyed too]. God bless ...
— The Twins of Table Mountain and Other Stories • Bret Harte
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