1 Zeena answered in her every-day tone and, warming to the theme, regaled them with several vivid descriptions of intestinal disturbances among her friends and relatives.
2 She stood for a moment remembering small things, the avenue of dark cedars leading to Tara, the banks of cape jessamine bushes, vivid green against the white walls, the fluttering white curtains.
3 The most vivid thing about her was the fact that her grandmother had been a Van Alstyne.
4 They had not met since their Sunday afternoon walk at Bellomont, and that episode was still so vivid to her that she could hardly believe him to be less conscious of it.
5 Under Morpeth's guidance her vivid plastic sense, hitherto nurtured on no higher food than dress-making and upholstery, found eager expression in the disposal of draperies, the study of attitudes, the shifting of lights and shadows.
6 If they were less vivid in hue, more subdued to the half-tints of her personality and her experience, they were for that very reason better suited to her mental vision.
7 Lily's nature was incapable of such renewal: she could feel other demands only through her own, and no pain was long vivid which did not press on an answering nerve.
8 He stood before her, his hands in his pockets, his chest sturdily expanded under its vivid waistcoat.
9 It was not the stealing sense of sleep, but a vivid wakeful fatigue, a wan lucidity of mind against which all the possibilities of the future were shadowed forth gigantically.
10 That unblinkingly vivid Japanese sun seems the blazing focus of the glassy ocean's immeasurable burning-glass.
11 Such vivid pictures came to me that they might have been Mr. Shimerda's memories, not yet faded out from the air in which they had haunted him.
12 Let me see, she went on, throwing back her head and narrowing her fine eyes till they shone like two vivid points of light.
13 It required no very vivid imagination to depict the most frightful scenes through which I should have to pass, in case I failed.
14 He saw his vivid error, and he was afraid that it would stand before him all his life.
15 Voice and instrument seemed both living, and threw out with vivid sympathy those strains which the ethereal Mozart first conceived as his own dying requiem.