half-paralyzed

Updated: June 7, 2025

The man who smiled at her like a satyr, was shriveled by the blaze of her blue eyes, and was left, red-faced, blustering weakly after her. When she walked back to the hotel along Main Street the lassitude that had so long held her half-paralyzed was gone. She was the old Rose again; the Rose whom Galbraith would have recognized. She didn't know it.

Henry Kitchell Webster - The Real Adventure