It was impossible to doubt that, whatever painful efficacy there might be in the secret sting of remorse, a deadlier venom had been infused
into it by the hand that proffered relief.
He had, in fact, been a favorite steed of his master's, the choleric Van Ripper, who was a furious rider, and had infused
, very probably, some of his own spirit into the animal; for, old and broken-down as he looked, there was more of the lurking devil in him than in any young filly in the country.
At this moment, the sudden flush of strength which the joy of meeting his young master had infused
into the dying man gave way.
He has infused
into her the best and surest protection of a horseman - CONFIDENCE.
The advent of Rebecca had somehow infused
a new spirit into these hitherto terrible afternoons.
Exhausted by emotion, my language was more subdued than it generally was when it developed that sad theme; and mindful of Helen's warnings against the indulgence of resentment, I infused
into the narrative far less of gall and wormwood than ordinary.
Yet, human fellowship infused
some nourishment into the flinty viands, and struck some sparks of cheerfulness out of them.
Nor, did Miss Havisham's manner towards Estella in anywise change, except that I believed it to have something like fear infused
among its former characteristics.
It seemed to the author, that the existence of the two races in the same country, the vanquished distinguished by their plain, homely, blunt manners, and the free spirit infused
by their ancient institutions and laws; the victors, by the high spirit of military fame, personal adventure, and whatever could distinguish them as the Flower of Chivalry, might, intermixed with other characters belonging to the same time and country, interest the reader by the contrast, if the author should not fail on his part.
All this I was told; for, while the operation was performing, I lay in a profound sleep, by the force of that soporiferous medicine infused
into my liquor.
Today we do more than celebrate America, we rededicate ourselves to the very idea of America, an idea born in revolution, and renewed through two centuries of challenge, an idea tempered by the knowledge that but for fate, we, the fortunate and the unfortunate, might have been each other; an idea ennobled by the faith that our nation can summon from its myriad diversity, the deepest measure of unity; an idea infused
with the conviction that America's journey long, heroic journey must go forever upward.
This visit had infused
new vigor into Dantes; he had, till then, forgotten the date; but now, with a fragment of plaster, he wrote the date, 30th July, 1816, and made a mark every day, in order not to lose his reckoning again.