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The darkness swallowed him up, and Diana sat very still on the embankment, vibrantly conscious in every nerve of her of the man's cool, dominating personality. Gradually her thoughts returned to the happenings of the moment, and then the full horror of what had occurred came back to her. She began to cry weakly.
They began to waltz a dream waltz in which she seemed to float without effort, without conscious volition. Instinctively she responded to his touch, keenly, vibrantly aware of the arm that supported her, of the dark, free eyes that persistently sought her own. "Faith!" he suddenly said in his soft, Irish voice. "To find Una without the lion is a piece of good fortune I had scarcely prayed for.
A singing voice broke the talk, rolling strongly, vibrantly through the leaves, a lawless, insistent voice, and Dermott McDermott, with the reins loosened on his horse's neck, and his ardent eyes looking upward to heaven's blue, rode by the other side of the privet hedge: "'War-battered dogs are we, Fighters in every clime, Fillers of trench and grave, Mockers be-mocked by time.
Stone is on the job, suppose we give him full swing and let him find the real murderer. It wasn't Eunice!" His words rang out so vibrantly that Stone gave him a quick glance. "You're sure?" he asked, as it seemed, involuntarily. "I am," responded Elliott, with a satisfied nod of his handsome head. "But your being sure doesn't help much, Mason," Eunice said, a despondent look coming into her eyes.
Living does not consist in barely meeting the necessities of our material existence; to live is to feel vibrantly throughout our being the inner significance of things, their appeal and welcome to the spirit.
It seemed they were well content to stand so the rest of their lives. Mademoiselle was the first to stir; she raised her head and strove to break away from his locked arms. "Monsieur! monsieur! This is madness! You must go!" "Are you sorry I came?" he demanded vibrantly. "Are you sorry, Lorance?" His eyes held hers; she threw pretence to the winds. "No, monsieur; I am glad.
McDowell's military voice was snapping vibrantly, "Conniston, meet Miss Miriam Kirkstone, daughter of Judge Kirkstone!" He bowed and held for a moment in his own the hand of the girl whose father he had killed. It was lifeless and cold. Her lips moved, merely speaking his name. His own were mute. McDowell was saying something about the glory of the service and the sovereignty of the law.
I looked at Helena Emory, glad that she did not at first sight recognize the intruder who had elicited her wrath, for she seemed almost more angry than perturbed, such being her nature. I thought she had never been half so beautiful as now, never more alive, more vibrantly and dynamically feminine than now.
The girl's heart thrilled with happiness as he smiled upon her. "Run over a minute, Everett," she called. "All right, dear heart." His voice was so vibrantly low and rich that the girl experienced a feeling of thanksgiving as she stood waiting for him at the door. When he came, the lovers went into the drawing-room, where a grate fire burned dim.
By September first a growing uneasiness hardened into distasteful certainty upon Stella. It had become her firm resolve to get what money was due her when Charlie marketed his logs and try another field of labor. That camp on Roaring Lake was becoming a nightmare to her. She had no inherent dislike for work. She was too vibrantly alive to be lazy.
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