At length, one day, as she sat singing in the sunny nook where all her fairest flowers bloomed, weary with gazing at the far-off sky for the little form she hoped would come, she bent
to look with joyful love upon her bosom flower; and as she looked, its folded leaves spread wide apart, and, rising slowly from the deep white cup, appeared the smiling face of the lovely Elf whose coming she had waited for so long.
But the bent, old woman was no longer an old woman--she had become a straight, wiry, active old man.
A dozen times as the head bent farther and farther toward him the boy loosed his hold upon the mane and reached quickly down to grasp the near fore pastern.
Then he bent
down and began gnawing the shaft of the arrow with his teeth.
Twice he bent
and kissed her, and each time her lips met his shyly and her body made its happy, nestling movement.
Then he turned and bent
over White Fang, standing by his side.
With eyes bent
upon the ground, then, or only raised enough to prevent his stumbling over such obstacles as lay in his way, the religious man moved slowly forward until he reached a small postern in the wall of the sisters' orchard, through which he passed, closing it behind him.
And again he bent
his old head to the work before him.
For the first time the feelings of revenge and hatred filled my bosom, and I did not strive to control them, but allowing myself to be borne away by the stream, I bent
my mind towards injury and death.
Not a day passed, in that dangerous intimacy of teacher and pupil, in which my hand was not close to Miss Fairlie's; my cheek, as we bent
together over her sketch-book, almost touching hers.
Her body was bent
by age; her limbs trembled with palsy; her face, distorted into a mumbling leer, resembled more the grotesque shaping of some wild pencil, than the work of Nature's hand.
She then bent
over the unconscious man, and, for the first time, kissed him on the cheek, and kissed the poor maimed hand that was nearest to her.