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Updated: May 26, 2025
In these preparations for the breaking of our long fast even Richard bestirred himself to help; and when the cakes were baked and eaten with what zestful sharp-sauce of appetite none but the famished may ever know we were all in better heart, and better able to face the new and far more desperate plight in which our lack of common foresight had entangled us.
A particularly "fluent" man, accomplished in gestures such as form an ingredient in all French conversation, he was in Zotique's Sunday afternoons a zestful contestant. His clothes were of homespun, dyed a raw, light blue, and he was proud of his choice of the color, for its singularity.
"I have a few pebbles here," she called through the trumpet. Mrs. Jefferson grasped the other's thin arm, and said, with zestful energy, "Let her have 'em, David, let her have 'em!" Fran made no delay in planning her campaign against Grace Noir. Now that her position in Hamilton Gregory's household was assured, she resolved to seek support from Abbott Ashton.
"Sold it to the newspaper man. He gave me three dollars and twenty-five cents for the customers." "Oh!" There was a pause. "Like my baseball suit?" he asked. She gazed at the flaming horror and nodded enthusiastically. "You ought to see me run that team!" "You?" she exclaimed. "Why, I thought Sid was captain." "He was," with zestful emphasis on the verb.
As they approached the familiar landing of Van Trumper's farm, Skookum began to show a most zestful interest that recalled the blackened pages of his past.
There followed a recital of the day's incidents, zestful, full of happy digressions, endless; for the couple, after the manner of lovers, took it for granted that Eliza was caught up into the seventh heaven along with them. Dan was drunk with delight, and his bride seemed dizzied by the change which had overtaken her.
Yet about him there was a strength, a suppressed energy ready to act, a zestful eagerness for life and its daily mysteries which the other and younger man did not possess. Throughout many thousands of square miles of the great northern wilderness this older man was known as Father Roland, the Missioner. His companion was not more than thirty-eight. Perhaps he was a year or two younger.
Innumerable things and events upon the earth appeal to him because of that full-bodied experience which they carry to the wakeful and the zestful, experience which is manifold, which fills all the chinks of memory, which may recall pain, which may be charged with pathos, but is never morbid; beautifully he masses vigorous impressions of sense under a large imaginative idea.
I said she was known to me as Donna Virginia, whereat he laughed gaily, and taking Gentucca round the waist, kissed her heartily, saying that she was the virgin for him. Shortly after this, with a few words of polite excuse, he broke up the table and retired with his partner. The rest of the company gave itself up to pleasures which were as zestful as they were free.
He climbed clumsily to a seat. There was a howl from the racing, mounted men. They waved their knives and yelled in zestful anticipation of murder. Hoddan pulled on a rein. His horse turned obediently. He kicked it. The animal broke into a run toward the rushing mob. The jolting motion amazed Hoddan. One could not shoot straight while being shaken up like this! He dragged back on the reins.
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