They were blue, and death had not robbed them of a certain preternatural innocence.
The death of their leader had robbed them of confidence.
"His death has robbed us of a fine officer."
It went on to say that "his death robbed French science of one of its most illustrious figures".
Her untimely death in 1996 robbed the association of an exceptional contributor.
Mr. Wachter's death has robbed the new team of a popular advocate.
The answer to that was easy: T'Vysse's death had robbed him of his heart.
His early death robbed Australia of a man who might have done his country much service, and reached almost any position in it.
Kirk's death the year before had robbed Labour of its biggest asset.
Yes, death robs us of our loves and finally of ourselves.
