After he had seated himself, she fixed her eyes steadfastly upon the veil, but could discern nothing of the dreadful gloom that had so overawed the multitude: it was but a double fold of crape, hanging down from his forehead to his mouth, and slightly stirring with his breath.
Hooper, and would not yield their breath till he appeared; though ever, as he stooped to whisper consolation, they shuddered at the veiled face so near their own.
Be that as it might, he fancied that, while Beatrice was gazing at the insect with childish delight, it grew faint and fell at her feet; its bright wings shivered; it was dead--from no cause that he could discern, unless it were the atmosphere of her breath.
Whether or no Beatrice possessed those terrible attributes, that fatal breath, the affinity with those so beautiful and deadly flowers which were indicated by what Giovanni had witnessed, she had at least instilled a fierce and subtle poison into his system.
But Tip had no breath
to speak, so the Saw-Horse continued his wild career unchecked and with unabated speed.
Such a gust struck them at the moment when Vasili Andreevich, having recovered his breath
, got out of the sledge and went up to Nikita to consult him as to what they should do.
Blew--me--up,' panted the Queen, who was still a little out of breath
After a hard race of almost an hour, tired and out of breath
, Pinocchio finally reached the door of the cottage and knocked.
Pollyanna paused for breath
, and Nancy managed to stammer:
When all the doors were made fast, except the side door that opened on the terrace, I sent Samuel to bed, and stepped out for a breath
of fresh air before I too went to bed in my turn.
The wave that came upon me again buried me at once twenty or thirty feet deep in its own body, and I could feel myself carried with a mighty force and swiftness towards the shore - a very great way; but I held my breath
, and assisted myself to swim still forward with all my might.
They looked at each other, turned pale, and held their breath
When his knock at the bright brass knocker of obsolete shape brought a woman-servant to the door, those faded scents in truth saluted him like wintry breath
that had a faint remembrance in it of the bygone spring.
She was describing it with great joy and Colin was listening and drawing in long breaths
of air when the nurse entered.
Fagin drew him behind a small partition which was curtained off, and they held their breaths
as she passed within a few feet of their place of concealment, and emerged by the door at which they had entered.