... was sitting on his bearskin by the camp-fire one day, thinking anxiously what he should do, and feeling that he must either make the attempt to escape or perish miserably in that secluded spot, a strange, unwonted sound struck upon his ear, and caused both him and Crusoe to spring...
for example, Bal d’Afrique (Byredo), a scent that goes for a similar sparkly champagne-lemon-vetiver vibe, it soon becomes clear that Gatsby 22 is much drier, more urbane, and far less literal than the Byredo (which suddenly seems quite ostentatiously gourmand-ish in comparison). ...
Our Hymen has not on his saffron robe; But, muffled up in mourning, downward holds His drooping torch, extinguished with ...— The Works Of John Dryden, Vol. 7 (of 18) - The Duke of Guise; Albion and Albanius; Don Sebastian • John Dryden ... heads and drop together: So two ...
Ah, but Chanels are difficult to dupe. No matter how many times you run a fragrance like Coromandel through a gas spectrometer, you cannot make pearls out of a swine’s ear. Access to superior grades of sandalwood, iris, jasmine, and patchouli means that any attempt to dupe a Chanel wil...
Then muffled, struggling protests. Then the tearing and unwrapping of gauze. Finally, heavy breathing and a recognition. “Kass?” Jon asked. “That you?” “Yes,” I mumbled under my bandages. “How can you tell? Do I still look pretty under these bandages? I bet I do.” Jon ...
The faint, muffled sound of shelling–the front is never more than twenty miles away–goes on and on, and the sense of hopelessness grinds away at even the strongest. The Laubigiers, an ordinary working class family, for example, offer shelter to three French soldiers separated from their ...
gradually muffled and fading into the distance, but that ceases suddenly on the air–ceases, only to be succeeded by the noise of a vague, subdued stir in the house itself. But Peggy kneels on. The only noise that she heeds is that of the beckoning rose-branch that calls continually, ‘...
aThey Apparated, as he knew from the cracks nearby and the wrenching, whirling sensation in his stomach. When they landed, he could smell, even muffled through the sack, the strong scents of night-blooming flowers. The fingers of his captors ran over his head and shoulders, then yanked th...
Eli reached out and stroked his cheek; brushed the straight blond hair back from his ear. “Oskar—I’d be surprised if youweren’tworried. I understand what sort of a change this is for you. I know what it’s like to be away from your family, really I do. And like I said, if...
shown up as generations of women whose voices were lost amidst the noise of the times. Across the globe today, nations of women oppressed, abused, enslaved, and forgotten. Voices are muffled but the message remains, simmering beneath the surface, waiting. Waiting for the day when the pressure...