Word: momently
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...moment the resolution seemed upon the point of passing; the vexed question of "disarmament" was to be shelved again. Then up rose Count Apponyi, that lean Hungarian statesman, a grand seigneur of legend, whose pointed white beard, flaring Roman nostrils, and face of parchment, give him, when he is solemn, the air of an exiled patriarch, and, when he laughs, that of a goat. He swept the conclave with proud and sombre eyes. Twisting a little paper in his hand he began to speak...
...these heirs to a glorious past and spirants to an even more glorious future greet each other from Hong Kong and Havana, from Beacon Hill and Devil's Gulch, what a dramatic moment demanding the imagination of a Hugo to appreciate! As East meets West and North meets South, is there no master's pen to do justice to the event? There...
...unscrupulous model among the "guests" Minnie Febber. Unable to seduce Jim, she made a dead set for Mr. Fippany, wealthy now and in his dangerous forties. Jim, always an idler, watched the danger menacing his friends' happiness until it was almost too late. How he acted at the last moment, what he staked, at what odds, and lost, is too finely and poignantly told in the book to repeat here. Suffice it that Jim seems too good to be true and yet is true; and that there is a last chapter, where the Star's scrubwomen come in, which will...
...hand shook as he brushed his eyebrows. It was here, the moment he had waited for. What had made them do it now, he wondered. It must have been his last deal; yes, it was that last big Coca Cola sale that had taught them that he was the greatest salesman who had ever gone forth from Atlanta. They had thought they would surprise him but he was ready for them. He knew just what he would...
...gloomy as a Scottish murderer, he strides with downcast head, while battlements rise out of mist about him and chasms open at his feet. Again, in a lyric moment, his face shines with the ardor of a lover, and when he slips off his shaggy sweater his beholders see a long cloak slip from the shoulders of one who stands under a balcony in Verona. Best of all he loves the thrill of impending defeat, when the pitying crowd can read in his visage the despair of one who has striven and failed, and perceive by his labored breathing...