They fold and infold as though they would shield the lake bereft of trees, as though they would shut out the world.
The poet must hasten on, he must infold and bind together, he must be direct and synthetic in every act.
A sweet spell of rest, of thankfulness, of quiet heart-satisfaction, seemed to infold her.
She stood looking down on his bowed head with a tenderness that seemed to infold him as with a mantle.
Beat the mixture to infold oxygen, and then put in one-quarter cake of yeast plants.
Not one save him—him—whose love had broken down all barriers that it might reach and infold her.
She felt that she must infold such a figure not only in swaddling clothes, but in love.
Then he endeavored to infold his father in his embrace, but his arms inclosed only an unsubstantial shade.