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The sadness of the incomplete--the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art--throbbed in its disjected phrases, and made the nerves of the audience throb. Not thus had she played on the little draped piano at the Bertolini, and "Too much Schumann" was not the remark that Mr.
The next instant, back it all rushed again, with still a deeper throb of pain; for, in that brief interval, she had sinned anew.
Sometimes the red infamy upon her breast would give a sympathetic throb, as she passed near a venerable minister or magistrate, the model of piety and justice, to whom that age of antique reverence looked up, as to a mortal man in fellowship with angels.
Continually, and in a thousand other ways, did she feel the innumerable throbs of anguish that had been so cunningly contrived for her by the undying,the ever-active sentence of the Puritan tribunal.
The air was full of the throb and hum of machinery pumping air down the shaft.
I lay down on the edge, for the throb of the great pump below made me giddy.
They were rising in the air smoothly and quietly, and moving slowly to the throb of the engine athwart the aeronautic park.
He knew that in the tyrant's heart there pulsed no single throb of love for any creature.
It beats and throbs like a pulsating heart within her iron ribs, and when it stops, the steamer, whose life is not so much a contest as the disdainful ignoring of the sea, sickens and dies upon the waves.
Alone, in the presence of all the luxury which surrounded him; alone, in the presence of his power; alone, with the part he was about to be forced to act, Philippe for the first time felt his heart, and mind, and soul expand beneath the influence of a thousand mutable emotions, which are the vital throbs of a king's heart.
But to their surprise, Heart Throb was open, friendly and willing to chat.
Maybe that will be enough, to match them throb for throb.