An assertion this which savors little of legal accuracy.
She remained awake, savoring the moments.
"Yes," replied Virginia, moving a little impatiently, for she anticipated eagerly the picturesque coming of these men of the Silent Places, and wished to savor the pleasure undistracted.
Now, as a couple of this kind would, like two vessels of oil, have made no composition in life, and for want of all savor must have palled every taste; nature or fortune, or both of them, took care to provide a proper quantity of acid in the materials that formed the wife, and to render her a perfect helpmate for so tranquil a husband.
If it seemed just this side of elegance, yet the look of it savored of comfort.
Leaning back in the soft depths of the cab, he savored his independence, cheered already by the swaying, lurching speed.
In the silent room, still fragrant, still echoing with her passage, he closed his book, and later his eyes, and sat with the expression of a connoisseur savoring an exquisite, a perfect impression.... * * * * * Tea that afternoon was that strangest of phenomena, a formal ceremony of civilized life performed in the abashing and disconcerting presence of naked emotion.
Enchanted, she lay back, savoring her ice, shyly watching him.
The porter, more tired, perhaps, than any one of the beautiful ideal world about him, and savoring already in advance the good onion-flavored grillade awaiting him at home, locks up everything fast and tight; the tighter and faster for the good fortnight's vacation he has promised himself.
Charles Lamb, lost in painful wonder at his own leisure after thirty-six years of incessant office-hours, could savor no more acutely than an American school-child the exquisite flavor of freedom at an hour formerly dedicated to imprisonment.
He stared at the harbor and savored the feeling of companionship, a circle of two in league against a rainy night.
"It feels like it might give some temporary relief," he admitted, savoring the last drops.