That evening I went out merely to get a breath of fresh air
, but one thing followed another-- the weather was cold, all nature was looking mournful, and I had fallen in with Emelia.
Then, without premeditation, we may express our disapproval of such a turn by getting up from our seats and leaving the theatre for a promenade and a breath of fresh air
outside, coming back, when the turn is over, to enjoy the rest of the programme.
"She had another of her fainting fits this morning, and she asked to go out and get a breath of fresh air
. I have no patience with her!"
A breath of fresh air
seemed to blow through the house, and something better than sunshine brightened the quiet rooms.
I had come up on deck for a breath of fresh air
and to try to get some repose for my overwrought nerves.
Tulliver to put on her bonnet, and get a breath of fresh air
by doing that needful piece of work.
Looking out on this, I felt that I was indeed in prison, and I seemed to want a breath of fresh air
, though it were of the night.
It was then that one of the men stuck his head up through the hatchway and seeing me, asked permission to come on deck and get a breath of fresh air
. I recognized him as Benson, the man who, Wilson had said, reported having seen Lys with von Schoenvorts two nights before.
Night had fallen when we made our first change of engine, and I walked down the platform for a breath of fresh air
and to see what I could see.
Hester Dethridge wrote: "I wanted eggs for the kitchen, and a breath of fresh air
'Sometimes,' she said, 'when I was that dizzy from the heat of the cooking that if I didn't take a breath of fresh air
I'd faint, I'd stick my head out of the kitchen window, and close my eyes and see most wonderful things.
All day long the blazing midsummer sun beat down upon that square mile of abominations: upon tens of thousands of cattle crowded into pens whose wooden floors stank and steamed contagion; upon bare, blistering, cinder-strewn railroad tracks, and huge blocks of dingy meat factories, whose labyrinthine passages defied a breath of fresh air
to penetrate them; and there were not merely rivers of hot blood, and car-loads of moist flesh, and rendering vats and soap caldrons, glue factories and fertilizer tanks, that smelt like the craters of hell--there were also tons of garbage festering in the sun, and the greasy laundry of the workers hung out to dry, and dining rooms littered with food and black with flies, and toilet rooms that were open sewers.