One day he found himself arrested; his arm was seized by a portly personage, who had turned back on recognizing the young man and expended much breath in overtaking him.
Could it be Beatrice's breath which thus embalmed her words with a strange richness, as if by steeping them in her heart?
A fragrance was diffused from it which Giovanni recognized as identical with that which he had attributed to Beatrice's breath, but incomparably more powerful.
By all appreciable signs, they loved; they had looked love with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered by the way; they had even spoken love in those gushes of passion when their spirits darted forth in articulated breath like tongues of long-hidden flame; and yet there had been no seal of lips, no clasp of hands, nor any slightest caress such as love claims and hallows.
With that rich perfume of her breath she blasted the very air.
I do, too," nodded Pollyanna, again with that choking little breath
. "Of course, 'twould have been a good deal harder to be glad in black--"
And there lay the hoary head of good Father Hooper upon the death pillow, with the black veil still swathed about his brow, and reaching down over his face, so that each more difficult gasp of his faint breath caused it to stir.
At length the death-stricken old man lay quietly in the torpor of mental and bodily exhaustion, with an imperceptible pulse, and breath that grew fainter and fainter, except when a long, deep, and irregular inspiration seemed to prelude the flight of his spirit.
Father Hooper's breath heaved; it rattled in his throat; but, with a mighty effort, grasping forward with his hands, he caught hold of life, and held it back till he should speak.
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.
Does it make him feel like that?" he said, and he did as she told him, drawing in long deep breaths over and over again until he felt that something quite new and delightful was happening to him.
She was describing it with great joy and Colin was listening and drawing in long breaths of air when the nurse entered.
Omer, taking up his glass, 'because it's considered softening to the passages, by which this troublesome breath of mine gets into action.
He really had no breath to spare, and it was very alarming to see him laugh.
Omer, touching me with his pipe, 'it ain't likely that a man so short of breath as myself, and a grandfather too, would go and strain points with a little bit of a blue-eyed blossom, like her?'