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There was something sinister about it, something vaguely terrible. Yet, as she stood there waiting, she was not afraid. Something deeper than fear was in her heart. Pulsing through and through her like an electric current was a deep and passionate revolt against the fate that awaited her.
From streaming tresses to white feet an oval of pulsing, golden light nimbused her. Maiden Isis, virgin Astarte she stood there, held in the grip of the Disk like a goddess betrayed and hopeless yet thirsting for vengeance.
"It seems incredible that he can have survived for three days without food. Yet I have known a fakir to go for a week." Mr. Henderson groaned. Watch in hand, I stood observing the gray face. A second passed; another; a third. In the fourth the miracle began. Over the seemingly cold clay crept the hue of pulsing life.
He put his hand gently on the slender foot, and felt the pulsing life in it. 'Dearest! she murmured at his touch, and their eyes met tenderly. 'I should be content he thought 'if we could just live this life out! I don't believe I should want another life. But to go and leave her; to go just at the beginning before one knows anything before one has finished anything
He felt the urge of ambition fiercely stirring within him, latent power pulsing through him. What would you? Wasn't he young and in love? For there had been, you must know, a good deal between them. What does one do in these deadly dull little towns for amusement, when one is young and fain and restless?
Yet her body was still pulsing, her brain was still throbbing, with an activity that was like a fever within her. Directly after breakfast, which she scarcely touched, she again took a carriage and drove to Baroudi's house. The sleepy Arab met her at the grille, and in an almost trembling voice she made enquiries. "Gone away," was the reply. "Gone? Where to?" "Him gone to Luxor.
It sounded as if it were miles away, and the echo lingered pulsing on the silence. Slowly it died away to a whisper and then he heard distant shouts and footsteps echoing hollow. Men were running toward him down the brick sidewalk, their voices sounding nearer. At the corner they turned and went, westward, the sound of them growing fainter and fainter.
And the dream of Lasse's life was about to be fulfilled: he could now put his feet under his own table. He had become a landowner into the bargain, if one didn't use the term too precisely; and Pelle himself why, he was a landowner's son! By nine o'clock in the evening he had finished everything, and was able to get off; his blood was pulsing with excitement.... Would there be horses?
The silent, empty garden sounded with the distant, reassuring snores of the still sleeping Spawn. I went back to my room and lay on my bed. And drifted off on a sea of magic memories. The world my world before this night now seemed to have been so drab. Empty. Lifeless. But now there was pulsing, living magic in it for me. I drifted into sleep, thinking of it. The Mine in the Cauldron Depths
The knowledge thus gained may then enter into an imaginative vision, for which the building will seem like an organism pulsing with life. This purposive unity cannot well be secured without spatial contiguity; here, as in sculpture, a unified life demands a unified material.
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