Her magnificent blond hair was plaited in a ravishing manner, she was dressed entirely in that sky blue which becomes fair people so well, a bit of coquetry which she had learned from Colombe, and her eyes were swimming in that languor
of love which becomes them still better.
He wrote of old church music and the Alban Hills, and of the languor
of incense and the charm of the streets by night, in the rain, when the pavements shone and the light of the street lamps was mysterious.
of motion and speech, resulting from weakness, gave her a distinguished air which inspired respect.
Rachel's obvious languor
and listlessness made her an easy prey, and indeed Helen had devised a kind of trap.
It was true that of late there had seemed to be a new languor
of interest in Bulstrode about the Hospital; but his health had got worse, and showed signs of a deep-seated nervous affection.
He was tall, thin, and wasted, with a slight stoop in the shoulders, a pale face, but somewhat blotchy, and disagreeably red about the eyelids, plain features, and a general appearance of languor
and flatness, relieved by a sinister expression in the mouth and the dull, soulless eyes.
Nevertheless, she was a little pale, and her manner lacked that note of quiet languor
which generally characterized it.
He made his apologies with his hand pressed upon his forehead, and his voice expressive of the languor
and discouragement of a suffering man.
As the night wore on, such a sense of heaviness oppressed my eyelids that it was literally impossible for me to open them--such a masterful languor
possessed all my muscles that I could no more move on my pillow than if I had been a corpse.
Without a movement, without a sound, in the profound silence and the languor
of the late afternoon, some invisible messenger of fate touched with unsealing finger the eyes of his consciousness - whispered into the ear of his spirit the mysterious awakening word which no human lips ever have spoken, no human memory ever has recalled.
He steeled himself to keep above the suffocating languor
that lapped like a rising tide through all the wells of his being.
Now and then I saw him looking at her intently, and, following his eyes and thought, I had, somehow, seen that Cecily was paler and thinner than she had been in the summer, and that her soft eyes seemed larger, and that over her little face in moments of repose there was a certain languor
and weariness that made it very sweet and pathetic.