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The sun burned with it, the broad front of morning beamed with it; a deep feeling entered me while gazing at the sky in the azure noon, and in the star-lit evening. I was sensitive to all things, to the earth under, and the star-hollow round about; to the least blade of grass, to the largest oak. They seemed like exterior nerves and veins for the conveyance of feeling to me.
His countenance beamed with satisfaction, and he frankly put out his hand towards the midshipmen and the other members of their berth. They all in turns took it and shook it warmly; but none grasped it more heartily than did young Glover. "I must thank you for myself, Morton," he exclaimed, in a tone which showed that he spoke from his heart.
After dinner, Dyce received from her his cue for drawing-room oratory; he was led into large discourse, and Mrs. Toplady's eyes beamed the most intelligent sympathy. None the less did roguery still lurk at the corner of her lips, so that from time to time the philosopher fidgeted a little, and asked himself uneasily what that smile meant.
Or else, why don't they find out perpetual motion? Everything stops after a while, unless I can't talk theologically, but I mean all right you hit it again." "You've a way of your own of putting things, Asenath," said Frank Scherman with a glance that beamed kindly and admiringly upon her and "her way," "but you've put that clear to me as nobody else ever did.
We came to the first room of paintings. Sylvestre beamed like a man who feels at home. "Quick, Sylvestre, where is the sketch? Let's hurry to it." But he dragged me with him around several rooms. Have you ever experienced the intoxication of color which seizes the uninitiated at the door of a picture-gallery?
As they went in, Gambara threw himself into his wife's arms, but she drew back a step and turned away her head; the husband also drew back and beamed on the Count. "Oh, monsieur!" said Gambara in a husky voice, "you might have left me my illusions." He hung his head, and then fell. "What have you done to him?
They seated at a table, capable of indefinite extension, in a long, low dining room that was a replica of the hacienda dining rooms of the Mexican land-kings of old California. The floor was of large brown tiles, the beamed ceiling and the walls were whitewashed, and the huge, undecorated, cement fireplace was an achievement in massiveness and simplicity.
"My guardian understands me not, pretty one and thou? what sayest thou? From those dear lips methinks plura sunt oscula quam sententiae I kiss away thy tears, dove! they will flow apace when I am gone, then they will dry, and presently these fair eyes will shine on another, as they have beamed on poor George Barnwell. Yet wilt thou not all forget him, sweet one.
Madame Gugou beamed with delight. "Tiens! C'est joli, a! Gugou!" she called. "We must kill a chicken and cut some haricots and a lettuce. They shall dine well in Vallcy these two." Gugou grinned toothlessly from the doorway of the shed where he was stabling Clarissa, and then hobbled his way up to the garden.
The two most excited officers present were also the newest on hoard the "Long Island." At the thought of active service against an enemy, Dave Darrin and Dan Dalzell fairly tingled. "This is the greatest news we could possibly get," beamed Danny Grin, turning to his chum. "It seems too great to be true," replied Ensign Darrin.
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