“You will not throe me off my guard thus,” said Henry, sternly.
Every throe of the sick girl seemed to penetrate her own body.
Nothing in his life, no throe of passion or gratification, had been like this.
Something surged in him like the throe of the river where the ship went in.
She was startled by the throe of pitiful regret that seized her.
She experienced a throe of such scorn for Loring as sickened her.
He felt, with a throe of helpless sympathy, that she was undertaking too much.
A pang of exquisite suffering—a throe of true despair—rent and heaved my heart.
The sea moaned—more than moaned—among the boulders below the ruins, a throe of its tide being timed to regular intervals.
Sneak had hastily brought thither his effects, and without a throe of regret abandoned his house for ever to the owls.