She only, of the trio, could so exhale her soul in the very perfume of sound.
What a pity that they are as evanescent as the bloom of these flowers and the fragrance they exhale!
To the Little Grey Woman he seemed to exhale youth from every pore.
I am soon to exhale from my flesh, like the spirit of a broken flower.
It seemed to exhale from the land itself, a prolonged sigh ...