Word: breathlessly
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...tall-story teller in conversation, Consul Reinhardt used to have breathless U. S. socialites bug-eyed as he described his escape from a Bolshevik prison. Jailed while assisting prisoners during the Russian Revolution, Consul Reinhardt day by day watched Chinese guards lead away some of his companions to be executed, waited for his own turn to come. It never did. Instead "a very beautiful young lady, wrapped in furs" guided Herr Reinhardt and cell mates to two waiting limousines, sped them to a hideout, kept them supplied with food. Later the Consul learned that his rescuer was a Jewish girl...
...than the youngest dauber in a modern progressive school. In 1922, when he was a restless sophomore, a leering classmate urged him to go to an art class in South Boston, because there he might see "real naked women and it only costs a quarter." Grosser went and returned breathless, not because of the model (that night it was a shabby old man) but because he drew better than anyone in the class and loved...
...chat with kilted, Black Watch Captain S. S. T. Cantlie, but from then on Mayor Houde stole the show. He and his pert wife stole the Queen and King respectively from Dominion bigwigs, hovered over them while they signed the Golden Book at City Hall, led them on a breathless four-hour tour of the town, the Mayor taking bows right and left before throngs, some of whom paid as high as $30 for window seats for the show...
...pardon for cutting up. Instead it impatiently regards them as two aged gentlemen whose wheel chairs need a good strong push. Once pushed, the wheel chairs go bounding lickety-split. Before the ride is half over, Gilbert falls out and breaks his neck. But Sullivan lands bruised and breathless in Harlem, in time to inquire-when the band plays his Oh, Living I-"Just what is that odd bit of music called...
This production of "The Importance of Being Earnest" is first-class. Miss Winwood's directing is smooth, although the first act could be improved by cutting long speeches that leave the actors breathless and the audience a little bewildered. In these days of powerhouse realism and bitter satire, Oscar Wilde has the faintly cloying fragrance of too much old lavender; but he is still amusing...