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He listened and could tell by the continued heavy and regular breathing of his chum that Tom was still asleep.
The maids were still breathing, but more restlessly, and I fancied that the narcotic was wearing off.
Whilst asleep she looked stronger, although more haggard, and her breathing was softer.
The sound of musketry at the foot of the hill, now diminishing, now increasing, seemed like someone's breathing.
They were just in time to see another figure standing against a pedestal near the reclining marble: a breathing blooming girl, whose form, not shamed by the Ariadne, was clad in Quakerish gray drapery; her long cloak, fastened at the neck, was thrown backward from her arms, and one beautiful ungloved hand pillowed her cheek, pushing somewhat backward the white beaver bonnet which made a sort of halo to her face around the simply braided dark-brown hair.
A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.
One plunge, another, and a third, and at last Mukhorty was out of the snow-drift, and stood still, breathing heavily and shaking the snow off himself.
He went downstairs and out into the street, breathing great breaths of air.
All this while the little fat musicker was breathing the notes:
With wide-open mouth he was breathing the towel-driven air furnished by two of the seconds, while listening to the counsel of still another second who talked with low voice in his ear and at the same time sponged off his face, shoulders, and chest.
All my will was concentrated on breathing--on breathing the air in the hugest lung-full gulps I could, pumping the greatest amount of air into my lungs in the shortest possible time.
Breathing is intermediate between the two: we normally breathe without the help of the will, but we can alter or stop our breathing if we choose.
I did not tell you yesterday," she began, breathing quickly and painfully, "that coming home with Alexey Alexandrovitch I told him everything.
Jasper's breathing was so remarkably short'--thus discreetly does Mr.
As it was, miserably and helplessly, not half himself, a puppet dreamer in a half-nightmare, he knew, as a restless sleeper awakening between vexing dreams, that he was being transported head-downward out of the canoe house that stank of death, through the village that was only less noisome, and up a path under lofty, wide-spreading trees that were beginning languidly to stir with the first breathings of the morning wind.