Peter felt the first faint pulse of fear go through him.

Better here, with people about and the pulse of life going on all night.

My own pulse was going nearly as fast as his.

Her pulse had just gone into triple time and her voice wouldn't come out.

"His pulse never went above 80, even when he swallowed her tongue."

First pulse, then get up and go even if we got an alarm going.

That pulse of fire in me went right down through the floor and straight to dear old Dad.

My pulse went to 127 and blood pressure to 148/127.

He faced her, wondering if his pulse was ever going to slow down.

My pulse went into overdrive, and I felt someone tap the line out back.