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Updated: May 3, 2025
On the low seats, women in close groups, so close as almost to blend the delicate colours of their toilettes, forming an immense basket of living flowers, above which there floated the gleam of bare shoulders, of hair sown with diamonds that looked like drops of water on the dark women, glittering reflections on the fair, and the same heady perfume, the same confused and gentle hum, compact of vibrant warmth and intangible wings, which, in summer, caresses a garden-bed through all its flowering time.
Marianne stole sixty mètres of nets from the fishing crew at 'The Three Wolves' she is hopeless, my friend." With a vibrant gesture he straightened up in his chair and flashed his keen eyes to mine. "For ten years I have tried to reform her," he declared. "Bah!" and he tossed the stump of his cigarette into the blaze.
What was it that had swept her on the discovery of one man's love to a deep, vibrant gladness that another man's eyes had been filled with tenderness for her? Was she so changed from the Claire of old? Was she utterly degraded? Did she want both men to love her? Did she love either of them? What of her husband? She sank down on the bed and wept silently. They were talking out there in the cabin.
"McCready," he said in a voice vibrant with excitement, "we're in luck. We have come out less than a hundred yards from the point where our plane came down. It is still there. If the Denver has approached within shooting range, we will have enough gas to make it. Try to get your motor going." "If it isn't completely washed out I'll have it going in a few minutes, Doctor," cried the pilot.
Proceed at once to the gas works and do that which you know is to be done." "At last!" The voice of the Prussian was full and vibrant with exultancy. He threw back his head with a loud laugh, and his arm described a wild, dramatic gesture. "At last der Tag! To-night the Fatherland shall be avenged!"
Channing's low laugh, his vibrant voice in her ear, the things he said, half serious, half earnest, always full of an only slightly veiled intent the girl who had spent so many days of her life in hard study or harder housewifery could do no less than yield herself for the hour to the pulse-quickening charm of it and forget everything else.
She had a rapid way of speaking, and possessed a slightly husky but fascinatingly vibrant voice. "Your arms are very pretty. You should not hide them." Val Beverley blushed, and laughed to conceal her embarrassment. "Oh, my dear," exclaimed Madame, "why be ashamed of arms? All women have arms, but some do well to hide them."
"I nearly kissed them all!" she cried. Roger greatly enjoyed the evening. He had heard so much of the horrors of war. Here was something different, something bright and vibrant with youth and adventure! Here at last was the thrill of war, the part he had always read about! He glanced now and then at Deborah and was annoyed by what he saw.
"Ernani, Ernani, involami" still the air was vibrant with that glorious voice. But the love of which it was the exponent, the flight which it counseled, had ceased, to Richard's hearing, to bear relation to that which is earthly, concrete, and of the senses.
How could a vibrant community life be cultivated that would stimulate the spiritual growth of its members? What priorities, too, should be set with respect to the production of Bahá’í literature, particularly given the sudden explosion that had taken place in the number of languages represented in the community?
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