It was the stage where, dressed splendidly for his part, he strutted, incomparably dignified, made important by the power he had to awaken an absurd expectation of something heroic going to take place--a burst of action or song--upon the vibrating tone of a wonderful sunshine.
He appeared utterly cut off from everything but the sunshine, and that even seemed to be made for him alone.
There is nothing kindly or hopeful even in the sunshine.
She had turned pale again, notwithstanding the sunshine and the freshening wind.
They were married in the sunshine
of the old orchard, circled by the loving and kindly faces of long-familiar friends.
He saw Phoebe, however, and caught an illumination from her youthful and pleasant aspect, which, indeed, threw a cheerfulness about the parlor, like the circle of reflected brilliancy around the glass vase of flowers that was standing in the sunshine.
It was betrayed in the unconscious smile with which he regarded Phoebe, whose fresh and maidenly figure was both sunshine and flowers,--their essence, in a prettier and more agreeable mode of manifestation.
After lunch, people strolled about, by twos and threes, through the house and garden, enjoying the sunshine
without and within.
At last she could run no longer; she sat down on a large stone, and when she looked about her, she saw that the summer had passed; it was late in the autumn, but that one could not remark in the beautiful garden, where there was always sunshine
, and where there were flowers the whole year round.
In this direction, the sunshine
penetrates the dismal mist.
Pearl, looking at this bright wonder of a house began to caper and dance, and imperatively required that the whole breadth of sunshine
should be stripped off its front, and given her to play with.
Hetty, in her red cloak and warm bonnet, with her basket in her hand, is turning towards a gate by the side of the Treddleston road, but not that she may have a more lingering enjoyment of the sunshine
and think with hope of the long unfolding year.
Joan turned and stumbled out hastily, deathly sick, reeling into the sunshine
and clutching at the air for support.
Sister Myra is right is one thing Rose is a delicate creature, quick to flourish in the sunshine
, and as quick to droop without it.
And she was so much the woman, clinging and appealing, sunshine
and dew to my manhood, rooting it deeper and sending through it the sap of a new strength.