1 When supper was over she rose from her seat and pressed her hand to the flat surface over the region of her heart.
2 His impulses were still near the surface, and he sprang up, re-lit the lantern, and sat down at the table.
3 Here the snow was so pure that the tiny tracks of wood-animals had left on it intricate lace-like patterns, and the bluish cones caught in its surface stood out like ornaments of bronze.
4 Across its frozen surface, from the farther bank, a single hill rising against the western sun threw the long conical shadow which gave the lake its name.
5 Panic lay just beneath the surface.
6 Scarlett reigned supreme at Tara now and, like others suddenly elevated to authority, all the bullying instincts in her nature rose to the surface.
7 The men dared her to take a bite and, when she did, she discovered that beneath the smoke-blackened surface was unsalted corn bread.
8 Violent blood was in them all, perilously close to the surface, lurking just beneath the kindly courteous exteriors.
9 No, she didn't want her children raised in this welter of hate and uncertainty, of bitterness and violence lurking just below the surface, of poverty and grinding hardships and insecurity.
10 Underneath the surface were misery and fear, but all the outward appearances were those of a thriving town that was rapidly rebuilding from its ruins, a bustling, hurrying town.
11 There must be something more to it than appeared on the surface, something deeper, more important, to make the mild and soft-spoken Will want to marry a complaining nagger like Suellen.
12 A measure of calm had returned and with it all the natural bluntness which brandy brought to the surface.
13 His voice still held a remnant of its wonted cool drawl but beneath the words she could feel violence fighting its way to the surface, violence as cruel as the crack of a whip.
14 Scarlett held her peace, for it was easier to let well enough alone, and life went on smoothly enough, on the surface.
15 Now the other side presented itself to Lily, the volcanic nether side of the surface over which conjecture and innuendo glide so lightly till the first fissure turns their whisper to a shriek.