Her voice was vibrant with the awe and wonder of what she had seen.

There was no questioning that; it was written in her face, was vibrant in her voice as she spoke of him.

And the musician, no less moved, described the Master as he had seen him in the best of health; a small man, tightly wrapped in an overcoatwith a powerful, heavy frame, however, despite his slight statureas restless as a nervous woman, as vibrant as a steel spring, with a smile that lightly touched with bitterness his thin, colorless lips.

He spoke more calmly, and yet there was something so terrible in his eyes, something so harshly vibrant of elation in the quivering passion of his voice that Nathaniel felt himself filled with a strange horror.