Word: warmed
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...obtaining a divorce from his first wife, has been married by the British Consul to an idealistic ingenue of an Irish girl named Helen, who has nursed him through a four years' illness. The bibulous Consul Cheyne, his wife Gabrialle, an unscrupulous French ex-harlot, Helen's Dutch friend, warm sensuous Jenny van Haaren who struggles--at intervals--against her infatuation for Gerald, and Hilary Bentinck, the worldly-wise though disillusioned lawyer who has handled the divorce, comprise the members of the party...
Most of the important college football teams spent last week rolling and pushing on their own gridirons, not venturing to play rivals. Some of the smaller colleges made use of a warm September afternoon for playing their first games with much cursing and lazy snorting but without the readiness, which will be produced by November temperatures, to commit murder or die for victory...
...group of minor reporters one figure emerged as dimly familiar. The name, it seems is Grouse. He was greeted by a kindly burst of applause from a warm-hearted audience and he received at least one telegram from a former editor stating (we hope not ambiguously), 'Your work was unbelievable.' To this we may add that he gave the best back view of a city newsman ever presented in a ten-line part and in a five-minute big emotional scene with a ham sandwich...
...Governor Fuller outdid himself in buying one small canvas for $35,000. As Orpen, British in his diversions as he is in his paintings, plays cricket in his spare moments, Zuloaga's sport is the sport of Spain. He was a bullfighter once and it was after the warm afternoon many years ago when a bull who had gored the young matador stood beside him to be killed, his nose pushed with a gesture of ignorant apology against the man's bloody shirt that Zuloaga chose a weapon lighter than the sword...
...priest enquired, to have supper with him? Afterward, perhaps they would all go boating on the lake. So Albert La Frenière and the rest went to supper with the priest and later, in a gasoline launch, out across the close darkness of the lake. It was a warm, calm evening; everyone was apparently in the best of humor; no accident occurred to mar their merriment until when they had proceeded for about a mile the motor began to backfire. Father Dubuc leaned down to see what was wrong. There was a sharp detonation and a sheet of flame...