1 His voice was soft but there was a vibrant note in it, and looking up into his dark face she saw in it none of the skepticism, the jeering humor she knew so well.
2 "So," he said and there was a vibrant note almost like anger in his voice.
3 It was the color of her skin, without the glow, the myriad living tints that one may sometimes discover in vibrant flesh.
4 He felt their presence all about the house, pervading the air with the shades and echoes of still vibrant emotions.
5 The tree became a rhapsody, a quivering cacophony, a whizz and vibrant rapture, branches, leaves, birds syllabling discordantly life, life, life, without measure, without stop devouring the tree.