"Tantalizingly" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... by his brother Giuffredo, who had preceded him thither from Rome. A shadowy personage this Giuffredo, whose unimportant personality is tantalizingly elusive in the pages where mention is made of him. His incontinent wife, Dona Sancia, had gone to Naples under the escort of Prospero Colonna, having left the Castle of Sant' Angelo where for some time she had been confined by order of her father-in-law, ...
— The Life of Cesare Borgia • Raphael Sabatini
... a surprise?" asked Betty tantalizingly, but the next minute her face sobered and she regarded ...
— The Outdoor Girls in the Saddle - Or, The Girl Miner of Gold Run • Laura Lee Hope
... one of those strange games that could not be bettered by any labor or daring or skill. I saw it was lost from the second inning, yet so deeply was I concerned, so tantalizingly did the plays reel themselves off, that I groveled there on the bench unable to abide by ...
— The Redheaded Outfield and Other Baseball Stories • Zane Grey
... head sidewise, like a saucy bird, regarding him with mock gravity, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Mr. Thompson had a long arm and he stood close to her, tantalizingly close. She was smiling. Her lips parted redly over white, even teeth, and as Thompson bent that moody somber gaze on her, her breath seemed to come suddenly a little faster, making her round breast flutter—and a faint tinge ...
— Burned Bridges • Bertrand W. Sinclair
... know his name.' This time for the fraction of a second she surprised a look. 'His name'—she hesitated tantalizingly—'is Signor Abraham Lincoln.' ...
— Jerry • Jean Webster
... tantalizingly, and being human, Wade kissed her; the Senator being still busy with the contents ...
— Hidden Gold • Wilder Anthony
... him with the question: "oubli ou regret?" interrupted the conversation, which had become so tantalizingly ...
— The Continental Classics, Volume XVIII., Mystery Tales • Various
... squirrel aroused him. Dragging the heavy rifle, he wallowed through the crust that had become slush. He crept on hands and knees, or stood upright and fell forward in the direction of the squirrel that chattered its wrath and fled slowly and tantalizingly before him. He had not the strength for a quick shot, and the squirrel was never still. At times Smoke sprawled in the wet snow-melt and cried out of weakness. Other times the flame of his life flickered, and blackness smote ...
— Smoke Bellew • Jack London |
