1 Already the air was electric between him and the twins and rude words had passed.
2 In an instant, the somnolence had fled from the lounging throng and something electric went snapping through the air.
3 But there was something stimulating about him, something warm and vital and electric.
4 Something vital, electric, leaped from him to her at the touch of his warm mouth, something that caressed her whole body thrillingly.
5 Mammy had hunted for it, just before the funeral when the pallbearers wanted a drink, and already the air in the kitchen was electric with suspicion between Mammy, Cookie and Peter.
6 She dropped to the seat without answering, but the electric lamp at the bend of the path shed a gleam on the struggling misery of her face.
7 She was still half a mile from her destination, and she decided to walk across to Madison Avenue and take the electric car.
8 That melancholy pleasure-ground was almost deserted when she entered it, and she sank down on an empty bench in the glare of an electric street-lamp.
9 It was as though a great blaze of electric light had been turned on in her head, and her poor little anguished self shrank and cowered in it, without knowing where to take refuge.
10 She saw the palms as a jungle, the pink-shaded electric globes as an opaline haze, and the eye-glassed faculty as Olympians.
11 Inside the store, a greasy marble soda-fountain with an electric lamp of red and green and curdled-yellow mosaic shade.
12 Her electric activity veiled her.
13 That night she ate prodigiously of steak and fried potatoes; she produced electric sparks by touching his ear with her finger-tip; she slept twelve hours; and awoke to think how glorious was this brave land.
14 In the gray light from the small electric bulb down the hall she could see that he was frowning.
15 Late at night, a step on the wooden porch, heard through her confusion of sleep; the storm-door opened; fumbling over the inner door-panels; the buzz of the electric bell.