On one small table tea things and supper dishes stood in disorder, and in the middle of the night a motley throng of people sat there, not merrymaking, but somberly
whispering, and betraying by every word and movement that they none of them forgot what was happening and what was about to happen in the bedroom.
A man entered, dressed somberly
in black, whose bearing and demeanour alike denoted the servant, but whose physique was the physique of a prize-fighter.
That's the way with all of them," Billy growled somberly
But the contest, which will be held in May in Portugal, is the sort of thing that thirty billion people, give or take, tune in to watch, and which is studied and discussed as diligently and somberly
as battles, assassinations, and coronations.
Vuillard has become adept at this type of historical investigation, which generally alternates between a somberly
gripping narration and a more sardonic retelling of relatively minor events.
Parts per Million veers back to the early 2000s, as America somberly
moves into a new millennium already shadowed by 9/11 and the war in Iraq.
It is comical and sobering at the same time to watch two pretty fair gunmen hurry just a little too much and wind up with empty cylinders in both guns and the clock still whirling around while untouched targets stare somberly
Ashrawi said, "Today we somberly
mark the thirty-fifth anniversary of the massacre of innocent Palestinian civilians in the Sabra and Shatila .
ae1/4oeToday we somberly
mark the thirty-fifth anniversary of the massacre of innocent Palestinian civilians in the Sabra and Shatila refugee camps in West Beirut that took place between September 15-18, 1982 with the collusion and support of the Israeli army under Ariel Sharon who left a legacy of bloodshed and destruction,ae1/4Ci she said.
That tragic day that changed America and the world will be somberly
commemorated on Sunday, Sept.
The 13th stage of the 2016 Tour de France began somberly
, as a minute of silence was observed in honor of the victims of the deadly truck attack in Nice.
Pages of blackness lit only by tiny white twinkling's emphasize this loss poignantly, while Mae and her dog look out the somberly
lit window, bereft.