Holmes, an indiscreet letter written before my marriage--a foolish letter, a letter of an impulsive
, loving girl.
With a tired sigh, and with an impulsive
movement all her own, unpremeditated, spasmodic, she rested her head upon his breast.
Michael squirmed in his chair, placed an impulsive
paw on the table, and impulsively flashed out his ribbon of tongue to Steward's close-bending face.
You see, one can't be jealous about things in general; but about particular, definite, personal things,"--here she had thrown her hands up to his shoulders with a quick, impulsive
gesture--"oh, about those I should be very jealous.
My wife, in her impulsive
way, forgot the formalities proper to the occasion, and kissed her at parting.
he might be, enthusiastic, sensitive, with something sympathetic and adaptive in his disposition; but an observer of nature's tokens would have confidently pledged himself that there was native firmness and strength underlying his gentle, monk-bred ways.
She was secretly vastly pleased at Anne's impulsive
caress, which was probably the reason why she said brusquely:
In this alarming state of things poor Lady Janet, impulsive
and unreasonable as usual, insisted on leaving Mablethorpe House and taking up her residence near her nephew.
But Vera, always the most impulsive
, the quickest to act, stepped into the breach.
It is an impossible supposition," said the practical Barbicane; "unless that impulsive
force had failed; but even then its speed would diminish by degrees, and it would not have stopped suddenly.
For it seemed obvious to me from what I had learned that, to put it mildly, he was not an impulsive
He must have loved her desperately; and impulsive
lovers are always blindly jealous.
abruptness of her movements was such that at every step the lines of her knees and the upper part of her legs were distinctly marked under her dress, and the question involuntarily rose to the mind where in the undulating, piled-up mountain of material at the back the real body of the woman, so small and slender, so naked in front, and so hidden behind and below, really came to an end.
You are not impulsive
, you are not romantic, you are accustomed to view everything from the strong dispassionate ground of reason and calculation.
Moss, too impulsive
to be prudent, "I'm thankful I'm come now to see you yourself again; I thought you'd never know us any more.