We have also weathered (or are weathering) Sam’s first cold.

Virginal, but paradoxically with a flash of color.

One might object to Mr. Raymond’s coldness, yet this very coldness is not without beauty.

They implemented the very harsh austerity for one purpose.

They knew that sense of abandonment, that cold shoulder.

Again his face took on that unforgettable crazed look.

The term 'analysis paralysis' aptly describes this phenomenon.

Make the most of it when he yells ‘freestyle’.

And they (reluctantly) accepted my recommendation.

It was the open acknowledgment of complete coldness.

The coldness of her expression deepened to disgust.

Typically, winter is reserved for the most serious buyers.

A deep relaxation despite all the efforts being made.

And, it just happens to be a stunning color for her.

Louis Bonaparte certainly possesses the cold manner of the Dutch.