1 Something put into my head that you cared for me; and I lost my senses.
2 There was nothing which so quieted the turmoil of Edna's senses as a visit to Mademoiselle Reisz.
3 A quick vision of death smote her soul, and for a second of time appalled and enfeebled her senses.
4 It was when the face and figure of a great tragedian began to haunt her imagination and stir her senses.
5 His cheerfulness was unbounded, and it was matched by his goodness of heart, his broad charity, and common sense.
6 And as she snuggled comfortably beneath the eiderdown a sense of restfulness invaded her, such as she had not known before.
7 There was with her a feeling of having descended in the social scale, with a corresponding sense of having risen in the spiritual.
8 She understood French imperfectly unless directly addressed, and the voices were only part of the other drowsy, muffled sounds lulling her senses.
9 He had detected the latent sensuality, which unfolded under his delicate sense of her nature's requirements like a torpid, torrid, sensitive blossom.
10 Her seductive voice, together with his great love for her, had enthralled his senses, had deprived him of every impulse but the longing to hold her and keep her.
11 There came over her the acute longing which always summoned into her spiritual vision the presence of the beloved one, overpowering her at once with a sense of the unattainable.
12 They were troubled and feverish hours, disturbed with dreams that were intangible, that eluded her, leaving only an impression upon her half-awakened senses of something unattainable.
13 She went back to that hour before Adele had sent for her; and her senses kindled afresh in thinking of Robert's words, the pressure of his arms, and the feeling of his lips upon her own.
14 The Colonel, with little sense of humor and of the fitness of things, related a somber episode of those dark and bitter days, in which he had acted a conspicuous part and always formed a central figure.
15 She would, through habit, have yielded to his desire; not with any sense of submission or obedience to his compelling wishes, but unthinkingly, as we walk, move, sit, stand, go through the daily treadmill of the life which has been portioned out to us.