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Updated: June 12, 2025
At the least my courage rose again, and I could even find heart to note the beauty of the night. The sea was smooth as a pond, there was no breath of wind, and now that the moon began to sink, thousands of stars of a marvellous brightness, such as we do not see in England, gemmed the heavens everywhere.
Or are you, my beloved, the woman who is mine in her every thought, her every breath; who has vowed to me eternal love and unchanging truth; and whom I, in spite of the whole world, and the king, press to my heart as my own?" "Unhappy man, if you ever venture that, you doom us both to death!" "Be it so, then!
And it is imbued with the breath of Godhead which moves in it and impels it onwards, with the logos of the everlasting Zeus of whom Cleanthes sings, with the spirit of Jehovah whom Isaiah and the Psalmist praise, and whom the poet of the Creation figuratively paints; the divine breath is in everything that lives, from grass to flower, from animal to man. But it is implanted as becoming.
My parents must absolutely have some one they can count on. You know what an easy place it is.... I think you would find the salary satisfactory." Nick drew a deep breath of relief. For a moment her eyes had looked as they had in the Scalzi and he liked the girl too much not to shrink from reawakening that look. But Mr. Buttles's place: why not? "Poor Buttles!" he murmured, to gain time.
"Or if there was a shred of truth but to make up such a story out of whole cloth...." "What's the matter with you, Senator? Why, I thought you were a master of men, a general on the field of battle!" The agent leaned forward again until his hot, whiskey-laden breath fanned the other man's face. "I'm a father, Race, before I'm anything else in God's world." "But it's true, Senator.
These were two bourgeoises with the deprecating, mistrustful air peculiar to commonplace the world over. The walk up the steep stairs was still quickening their breath their compressed bosoms were straining the hooks of their holiday woollen bodices cut when they were of slenderer build.
They were still bowling when Stacy, getting his breath back, sat up, bunching his shoulders to get the kink out of them, and rubbing himself gingerly. The pony stood looking at its young master sheepishly. "What's the trouble, Stacy?" cried Tad riding back. "I -I fell off." "I know you did. There couldn't be any mistake about that, but what caused him to throw you?" "I -I don't know."
She detested puritanism greatly, and righteously, but so much so that she frequently mistook the most innocent fastidiousness for an unforgivable rigidity. "If they once do," she concluded, "once do fall in love with their husbands again, they're safe, you know, for all time." She looked up and drew in her breath sharply.
He stopped abruptly with a quick indrawn breath and the hope that she had not noticed. He was, by several seconds, too late. "Whose yacht is it?" Olivia asked promptly. "I wondered." St. George had dreaded the question.
Before her outraged sisters and all the world she was walking with him in the depth of his humiliation, at the height of his conquest, at the climax of his shame and glory. Once for a moment she halted and stumbled as if under the hot breath that was beating upon her head. But he put his arm about her, and in a moment she was strong.
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