Once again the notes of the bugle rose high and clear upon the night air.
It swung in the air and rose clear of the cliffs.
On Blade's left an isolated hill rose clear of the water.
When the flame rose clear, several people scrambled to their feet.
The line twisted, spinning him slowly as he rose clear of the ground.
Then a new sound rose clear upon the night.
The moon, rising clear and beautiful against the sky, must have been the same, too.
The morning rose clear, promising to renew the recent heat.
As the notes rose clear and true, all anxiety on his behalf left her.
The moon had just risen clear of the museum roof.
