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"Because you are blinded by your own marish folly," he said.
She had fatally underestimated the compulsion of her own marish nature.
Early the next morning we mounted the hill along a wooden footway, bridging one marish spot after another.
She was unsure of her ground, yet now that the night- marish memory was giving way to reason she could see no other answer.
Marish Camandero was speaking.
The plain is vast beyond eye to mark it's bounds, even were not all dark with blight of fog and thick with marish damp.
Mares have a notorious, if generally undeserved, reputation for being "marish," meaning that they can be cranky or unwilling when they come into season.
In short, much lore about "marish" mares is due to simple anthropomorphism, attributing stereotypically "female" behavior to mares.
He lives on a farm called Bamfurlong in the Marish region of the Eastfarthing of the Shire.
She really would have been smarter to wait for night before trying to enter the castle, but now she was in it and would carry through with marish stubbornness.
Intent I stood To gaze, and in the marish sunk descried A miry tribe, all naked, and with looks Betok'ning rage.
It is not deep, has rather a marshy bottom, and many ducks, snipe, and wild-fowl generally dwell among the reeds and marish plants of its sides.
At night I will be able to scout out the enemy positions-" They walked on, stiff-backed, refusing to be dissuaded from their set course by marish logic.
I had to admit even to myself that I was starting to get used to the sight of the Lorr, Raspa being no longer the night- marish creature that she had first appeared to me.
Two hours afterwards, the dusk rapidly falling, in a lull of the wind, I issued from a fir-wood where I had long been wandering, and found, not the looked-for village, but another marish bottom among rough-and-tumble hills.
At the first outset, heavy, miry ground and a matted, marish vegetation greatly delayed our progress; but by little and little the hill began to steepen and become stony under foot, and the wood to change its character and to grow in a more open order.
Simon sat a-horseback looking askance from the marish to Christopher, and said nothing a while; then he spake in a low croaking voice, and said: "So, little King, we have come to the Long Pools; now I will ask thee, hast thou been further southward than this marish land?"