There was a certain cynical ring in her father's voice that was unlike his usual hesitating abstraction
For me at least--in the circumstances then surrounding me--there arose out of the pure abstractions
which the hypochondriac contrived to throw upon his canvas, an intensity of intolerable awe, no shadow of which felt I ever yet in the contemplation of the certainly glowing yet too concrete reveries of Fuseli.
When the stillness was once more perfect, Alan shouldered the portmanteau, carried it in, and shut and locked the garden door; and then, once more, abstraction
seemed to fall upon him, and he stood with his hand on the key, until the cold began to nibble at John's fingers.
asked the abbe smilingly, imputing the deep abstraction
in which his visitor was plunged to the excess of his awe and wonder.
But like all sounds that fall on our ears in a state of abstraction
, it had no distinct character, but was simply loud and startling, so that she felt uncertain whether she had interpreted it rightly.
Her face was grave, its expression concentrated; she bent on me an unsmiling eye--an eye just returning from abstraction
, just awaking from dreams: well-arranged was her simple attire, smooth her dark hair, orderly her tranquil room; but what--with her thoughtful look, her serious self-reliance, her bent to meditation and haply inspiration--what had she to do with love?
In this expedition to the 'Bishop's Hotel' I had been attended by Jupiter, who had, no doubt, observed, for some weeks past, the abstraction
of my demeanor, and took especial care not to leave me alone.
For many minutes of a dreamy and trembling abstraction
, I busied myself in vain, unconnected conjecture.
The speech of the stranger recalled the recollection of Miss Temple, who started as if from deep abstraction
, and, coloring excessively, she motioned to a young woman who served in the capacity of maid, and retired with an air of womanly reserve.
Fanny was too well aware of it to have anything to say; and they walked on together some fifty yards in mutual silence and abstraction
Yet even then she did not appear to hear my reply, although at times her abstraction
was interrupted by sallies and fits of sharp, impatient fidgeting.
Very well, it is not said, I suppose, that I am in love with an abstraction