Gasping as though in the throes
of strangulation the fellow pitched forward at Tarzan's feet.
Immediately thereafter she raised her voice in the shrill, hoarse, monotonous madness of hysteria, sat down on the floor, and rocked back and forth in the throes
of an abysmal grief.
But even in its utmost agony--even in those terrible throes
that love must suffer before it can be disembodied of selfish desire--my love for you sufficed to withhold me from suicide, without the aid of any other motive.
But time began at last to obliterate the freshness of my alarm; the praises of conscience began to grow into a thing of course; I began to be tortured with throes and longings, as of Hyde struggling after freedom; and at last, in an hour of moral weakness, I once again compounded and swallowed the transforming draught.
Should the throes of change take me in the act of writing it, Hyde will tear it in pieces; but if some time shall have elapsed after I have laid it by, his wonderful selfishness and circumscription to the moment will probably save it once again from the action of his ape-like spite.
He was beset by ideas and in the throes
of one of his ideas was uncontrollable.
Born in throes
, 't is fit that man should live in pains and die in pangs!
He did not know but that the day of his death was dawning in the sky; and his heart throbbed with solemn throes
of joy and desire, as he thought that the wondrous all, of which he had often pondered,--the great white throne, with its ever radiant rainbow; the white-robed multitude, with voices as many waters; the crowns, the palms, the harps,--might all break upon his vision before that sun should set again.
He pulled at it and, wrench- ing it free, swung up its red brilliancy with a mad cry of exultation even as the color bearer, gasping, lurched over in a final throe
and, stiff- ening convulsively, turned his dead face to the ground.
And he felt the stir in him, like a throe
of yearning pain, of the desire to paint these visions that flashed unsummoned on the mirror of his mind.
It was the final throe
of what called itself old gentility.
Except for a great pedigree - mother Benazir Bhutto, maternal grandfather Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, Bilawal Bhutto never emerged as a serious contender to the leadership of Pakistan's People's Party which is, in any case, in its last throes