The swollen river glinted.
The river glinted through the trees.
The day was bright, and the river rippled and glinted in the sparkling sunlight.
The countryside Maria had hungered for seemed solemn and melancholy, painted in shades of grey; even the river glinted a dull pewter in the last tentative rays of a sun soon swept from the sky by brooding tumults of cloud.
A river glinted.
At the bottom, a small river, flowing east, glinted in the sun as it splashed over rocks.
Where the vegetation was at its most dense, and the collapsed configuration of the mountain most spectacular, a tributary river glinted, foaming as it burst among its gorges towards the valley.
The river glinted with an icy sparkle, winking in defiance.
