1 Robert spoke to her incessantly; he no longer noticed Mariequita.
2 Madame Antoine's step was no longer to be heard in the adjoining room.
3 But by the time she had regained the city the song no longer echoed in her soul.
4 No longer was she content to "feed upon opinion" when her own soul had invited her.
5 The old owl no longer hooted, and the water-oaks had ceased to moan as they bent their heads.
6 The tears came so fast to Mrs. Pontellier's eyes that the damp sleeve of her peignoir no longer served to dry them.
7 She had reached a stage when she seemed to be no longer feeling her way, working, when in the humor, with sureness and ease.
8 There was a Miss Mayblunt, no longer in her teens, who looked at the world through lorgnettes and with the keenest interest.
9 The little stinging, buzzing imps succeeded in dispelling a mood which might have held her there in the darkness half a night longer.
10 The conditions of her life were in no way changed, but her whole existence was dulled, like a faded garment which seems to be no longer worth wearing.
11 Turning, she thrust her face, steaming and wet, into the bend of her arm, and she went on crying there, not caring any longer to dry her face, her eyes, her arms.
12 She was a disagreeable little woman, no longer young, who had quarreled with almost every one, owing to a temper which was self-assertive and a disposition to trample upon the rights of others.