If we feel we can give our breath of life, the strength of the feeling fully answers.

It bubbles perpetually from the depth like a well-spring in tumult.

Two hearts that make one soul do not separately count their gifts.
For the rest, her hunger to admire disposed her to an absorbing sentience of his acts; the trifles, gestures, manner of this and that; which were seized as they flew, and swiftly assimilated to stamp his personality.

Driving was the piece of skill she could not do.

Her husband's mastery of the reins endowed him with the beauty of those harmonious trotters he guided and kept to their pace; and the humming rush of the pace, the smooth torrent of the brown heath-knolls and reddish pits and hedge-lines and grass-flats and copses pouring the counter-way of her advance, belonged to his wizardry.