As Meg went rustling after, with her long skirts trailing, her earrings tinkling, her curls waving, and her heart beating
, she felt as if her fun had really begun at last, for the mirror had plainly told her that she was `a little beauty'.
Their restless activity, like unto the beating
of the wings of an imprisoned bird, had given him his name.
The milk was good for Pavel, who was often sick, and he could make butter by beating
sour cream with a wooden spoon.
The hot wind beating
in my face made me think--without any connection that I can trace of a summer day in Kentucky, of a meadow that seemed as big as the ocean to the very little girl walking through the grass, which was higher than her waist.
Some ran furiously to the water's edge, beating
the air with frantic gestures, while others spat upon the element, to resent the supposed treason it had committed against their acknowledged rights as conquerors.
With a beating
heart, she listened to the footsteps of early passengers, which now began to be frequent along the street.
I now perceived still more how she had been beating
about the bush and how weary at last it had made her.
A hundred black faces turned round in their rows to peer; and beyond, a black Angel of Doom was beating
a book in a pulpit.
Now to this hand, now to that, he yawed in his faltering flight, and still at every billow that he broke, he spasmodically sank in the sea, or sideways rolled towards the sky his one beating
There was a great deal of bargaining, of running up and beating
down; and if a horse may speak his mind so far as he understands, I should say there were more lies told and more trickery at that horse fair than a clever man could give an account of.
His companion follows, but with his eyes open, watching where he treads, so to speak; and finally Valentinavyczia, after waiting for a little and beating
with his foot to get the time, casts up his eyes to the ceiling and begins to saw--"Broom
So long as the law considers all these human beings, with beating
hearts and living affections, only as so many things belonging to a master,--so long as the failure, or misfortune, or imprudence, or death of the kindest owner, may cause them any day to exchange a life of kind protection and indulgence for one of hopeless misery and toil,--so long it is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.