She and Lizzie sat on the sofa, pressing
each other's hands and calling each other chere belle, and Madame de Cintre sent me with every third word a magnificent smile, as if to give me to understand that I too was a handsome dear.
forward, had already, with the speed of lightning, got him down into it, and stood over him, barefoot.
Other Templars may be moved from the purpose of their heart by pleasure, or bribed by promise of gold and silver; but Beaumanoir is of a different stamp hating sensuality, despising treasure, and pressing
forward to that which they call the crown of martyrdom The God of Jacob speedily send it unto him, and unto them all
Socrates is afraid that Crito is but pressing
upon him the opinions of the many: whereas, all his life long he has followed the dictates of reason only and the opinion of the one wise or skilled man.
Adieu, monsieur," said the marquis, pressing
I brought my hardest right angle into violent collision with the Stranger, pressing
on him with a force sufficient to have destroyed any ordinary Circle: but I could feel him slowly and unarrestably slipping from my contact; no edging to the right nor to the left, but moving somehow out of the world, and vanishing to nothing.
I was awakened early in the morning by some huge body pressing
close to mine, and opening my eyes with a start I beheld my blessed old Woola snuggling close to me; the faithful brute had followed us across that trackless waste to share our fate, whatever it might be.
Yes, Count," said Milady, in her softest voice, and pressing
his hand in her own, "I am happy in the love which your looks and your words have expressed to me every time we have met.
No, no," returned Monte Cristo, pale as death, pressing
one hand on his heart to still its throbbings, while with the other he pointed to a crystal cover, beneath which a silken purse lay on a black velvet cushion.
And after pressing
the hand of Athos, D'Artagnan chose a moment when the ship rolled backward, so that he had only to plunge into the water, which was already up to his waist.
If I did not ask myself whether, limited by such discouraging impossibilities, life were still worth living, it was only because I had then before me several other pressing
questions, some of which have remained unanswered to this day.
The load that had been pressing
upon him was gone, the haunting fear had vanished.