1 They evoke no ardor in the male breast.
2 If only he had the gallantry and ardor of the Tarleton boys or even the coarse impudence of Rhett Butler.
3 She married Frank Kennedy two weeks later after a whirlwind courtship which she blushingly told him left her too breathless to oppose his ardor any longer.
4 He fell in love, as men are in the habit of doing, and pressed his suit with an earnestness and an ardor which left nothing to be desired.
5 All of this, however, did not chill their ardor as much as might have been expected, because of the volubility of the agent.
6 From blind fear he went to the other extreme; he became reckless and indifferent, like all the rest of the men, who took but little thought of themselves in the ardor of their work.
7 "Though not at hand, fortunately for us," said Montcalm, without waiting, in his ardor, for the interpreter.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 16
8 Heyward drew back, all his ardor to proceed seeming to vanish on the instant.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 18
9 This in itself was enough to damp the ardor of my enthusiasm.
10 She had affected to look with some contempt upon the quality of his war ardor and patriotism.
11 Some ardor of the air which was causing the veteran commands to move with glee--almost with song--had infected the new regiment.
12 During the march the ardor which the youth had acquired when out of view of the field rapidly faded to nothing.
13 Ah, sire, you recompense but badly this poor young man, who has come so far, and with so much ardor, to give your majesty useful information.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 10. The King's Closet at the Tuileries.
14 Villefort, being called on to prove the crime, was preparing his brief with the same ardor that he was accustomed to exercise when required to speak in criminal cases.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 84. Beauchamp.
15 From fire to oil was a natural transition for burned fingers, and Amy fell to painting with undiminished ardor.