1 Now I'm out of breath with you.
2 'We'll let her breathe,' said Clifford.
3 And I won't let the breath of people blow it out.
4 She heard the catch of his intaken breath as he found her.
5 Yet still, she breathed freer, a new phase was going to begin in her life.
6 But it was the breath of Persephone, this time; she was out of hell on a cold morning.
7 And Connie felt herself released, in another world, she felt she breathed differently.
8 Cold breaths of wind came, and overhead there was an anger of entangled wind caught among the twigs.
9 His body shivered suddenly in an indrawn breath of silent sobbing, and the tears ran quicker down his face.
10 I am convinced that the air we normally breathe is a kind of water, and men and women are a species of fish.
11 She got up, and began swiftly pulling off her stockings, then her dress and underclothing, and he held his breath.
12 It's only muscular paralysis with Sir Clifford--it doesn't affect him, said Connie, lying as naturally as breathing.
13 As he pushed the chair up the steepish rise of the knoll in the park, he breathed rather quickly, through parted lips.
14 She reminds me of a fish which, though dumb, seems to be breathing silent gossip through its gills, while ever it lives.
15 They had been taken to Paris and Florence and Rome to breathe in art, and they had been taken also in the other direction, to the Hague and Berlin, to great Socialist conventions, where the speakers spoke in every civilized tongue, and no one was abashed.