Like a child, he was captivated
by her radiant beauty, which her wit made still more dazzling.
The proprietor of a small, quiet cafe on the quay, a certain Madame Leonore, a woman of thirty-five with an open Roman face and intelligent black eyes, had captivated
his heart years ago.
She was dressed, however, in exquisite taste-- and then I had no doubt that she had captivated
my friend's heart by the more enduring graces of the intellect and soul.
Small wonder that Martin was captivated
, but not even the shadow of harm must fall on that fresh young spirit while she was under their roof.
The engaging frankness with which he made this declaration really had a disinterested appearance and captivated
my guardian, if not, for the moment, Ada too.
He saw Heloise, and was captivated
by her blooming youth, her beauty, and her charming disposition.
The very populace were captivated
by it, and began to clap their hands, crying,--
She was pleased to see that he was captivated
by her and it did not occur to her that there was anything wrong in it.
Dorothea was altogether captivated
by the wide embrace of this conception.
They have much the same quality of simple and sincerely moralized realism that I found afterwards in the work of the early Swiss realist, Jeremias Gotthelf, and very likely it was this that captivated
Ah, if Olga de Coude had but seen him then--could she have recognized the well-dressed, quiet young man whose well-bred face and irreproachable manners had so captivated
her but a few short months ago?
Smiling, blushing, limpid eyed, Anne tripped back and gave a quaint, funny little selection that captivated
her audience still further.
This admirable duke, Valerius, With his disdain of fortune and of death, Captived himself, has captivated
me, And though my arm hath ta'en his body here, His soul hath subjugated Martius' soul.
Nay, I must confess, that even I myself, who am not remarkably liable to be captivated
with show, have yielded not a little to the impressions of much preceding state.
But when Amelia came down with her kind smiling looks (Rebecca must introduce her to her friend, Miss Crawley was longing to see her, and was too ill to leave her carriage)--when, I say, Amelia came down, the Park Lane shoulder-knot aristocracy wondered more and more that such a thing could come out of Bloomsbury; and Miss Crawley was fairly captivated
by the sweet blushing face of the young lady who came forward so timidly and so gracefully to pay her respects to the protector of her friend.