1 Suddenly tears began to flow down Mammy's black face.
2 Life and feeling and comprehension were beginning to flow back into her.
3 Then her courage flowed strongly back and the sun came out again and the landscape glowed anew.
4 His hands were on her head, under her flowing hair, caressing, hard, turning her face up to his.
5 "I am Mrs. Wilkes," answered Melanie, rising and for all her smallness, dignity flowed from her.
6 All of those shadowy folks whose blood flowed in her veins seemed to move quietly in the moonlit room.
7 He took her arm in a strong grasp and some of the vitality which animated him seemed to flow into her body.
8 They seemed to flood her chest, and they were hot tears that burned under her bosom, but they would not flow.
9 Rage and hate flowed into her and stiffened her spine and with one wrench she tore herself loose from his arms.
10 She swallowed another mouthful and the warmth began spreading through her body and strength flowed slowly back into her shaking legs.
11 Atlanta, the heart of the Confederacy, was still beating full and strong, the railroads that were its arteries throbbing with the never-ending flow of men, munitions and supplies.
12 In the open space around the depot, the soft ground had been cut and churned by the constant flow of traffic in and out until it resembled an enormous hog wallow, and here and there vehicles were mired to the hubs in the ruts.
13 When she departed from her father's house forever, she had left a home whose lines were as beautiful and flowing as a woman's body, as a ship in full sail; a pale pink stucco house built in the French colonial style, set high from the ground in a dainty manner, approached by swirling stairs, banistered with wrought iron as delicate as lace; a dim, rich house, gracious but aloof.