Can you think of anyone nearer than that?" Evadne caught her breath in a great gladness.

So, with breath in cheek, but hearts high-beating, they came one and all, to where the slimy stair led down into the gloom.

More fought like fiends, expending their breath in a malediction, and expiring in the act of aiming a treacherous blow as they lay on the ground.

The two girls drew a heavy breath in prospect of the difficult task that confronted them.

Protect them, O Lord, from the many dangers that surround them, as soon as they draw their breath in this vale of tears, and put into the hearts of those who have the means to consider the state of the infant poor, to give them the assistance they need.

A man who could change the face of a continent would not use his dying breath in making epigrams.

The latter was, probably, the case: for in the same breath in which he declares "his life, even his early life, to have been pure," he sues for pardon at the hands of his Maker, and acknowledges a Redeemer, as the instrument through which he is to obtain it.

That so acute a head as Hume's should have failed to perceive these very plain considerations, and that he should moreover have perpetrated the absurdity of declaring the right of resistance, in the same breath in which he declares the laudableness of keeping it a secret, only allows how carefully a man need steer after he has once involved himself in the labyrinths of Economy.

I watched the fading life, the diminishing breath in the midnight silence of the solitary house, and almost desired Death to hasten, for the final struggle had begun, and the suspense was torture to me.

Arthur's lip quivered; Adelaide caught her breath in a sob.

" He shook his head smiling, and over that wintry sunshine a black cloud suddenly came down, and he drew his breath in, through his teeth as men do in pain.

"All right," said Lewisham, catching his breath in a faint sob of shame, "Stick 'em down.

" "Oh-h-h-h-h!" exclaimed Hinpoha under her breath in a thrilled tone.

The prince had nearly spent his last breath in the service of his beloved mistress; he could only instruct her by signs to put on a magnificent robe which lay near him, and hasten her departure.

I vowed that I would expend no more breath in that direction, but the eager face of a child asking for stories is too much for me, and my vow has been often broken.

It was a moment of deep excitement for us all, and everyone held his breath in suspense as I pointed my gun at the brute's head.

On they rode, and Cedric's heart was first sorry for his kinsman's ills, thenhe would rant because Katherine had taken no notice of his importunities, and he swore under his breath in good, round Scotch oaths for his allowing her to go thus long without espousal; and again he looked at the matter dispassionately.

For a certain time the remnant of the Legion dragged itself south-westward, panting, gasping, wasting no breath in speech.

Never deny nor conceal the true human voices of these men who spake of old, but never fail to affirm the true Divine breath in these men who spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost.

Men who feel strong in the justice of their cause, or confident in their powers, do not waste breath in childish boasts of their own superiority and querulous depreciation of their antagonists.

I hold my breath in a nervous agony.

One August day in 1786 Frederick the Great drew his last breath in the Potsdam Palace, and his nephew awoke to be greeted by his chamberlain as "Your Majesty."

" Miss Vale drew in her breath in a little gasp of terror; but she made an effort to conceal it with a laugh.

for my eyes were fascinated with the land, in the high blowing August wind, full of coolness and upland strength, like new breath in my nostrils; and forward over the broken country, fenceless, illimitable, ran the brown road, like a ploughed ribbon of soil, into the distance, where pioneer and explorer and prospector had gone before, and now the farmer was thinly settling,the new America growing up before my eyes!

She held her breath in silent dread, The crimson from her soft cheek fled, Low at her feet he knelt; "No welcome for the leal and true? Speak, darling, speak!