On her return she brought comfortable news of the man, so the little flurry blew over and was forgotten by all but Sophie, who remained pale and quiet all the evening, tying evergreen as if her life depended on it.

The truth is, la Rochefoucauld had impressed her mind with that famous saying of his: "Old age is the hell of women," and not fearing any hell, reference to her age neither alarmed her, nor caused the slightest flurry in her peaceful life.

Like a sudden flurry of wind, tossing loose ends of things, they broke into her quiet morning hour and threw her groping thoughts into greater chaos.

There were severe frosts at night, and occasionally light flurries of snow; but the hardy beasts evidently cared nothing for any but heavy storms, and seemed to prefer to lie in the snow rather than upon the open ground.

"Come now," says Miramon, in a sad flurry, "this is an imposing performance.

Although the snow was not continuous, lying merely in shallow flurries over the more open spaces, he found no difficulty in following the tracks for the first few miles.

The great depth of snow endured, was added to by spasmodic flurries.

During the following days we had stormy weather and thick snow flurries, so that we could see nothing of the surrounding country.

She got up in a timid flurry and went to the door and stood a moment looking out at the sun-lit river.

Mr. Secretary, a stout tenant farmer, in breeches and top-boots, whose broad face beams with good nature (selected, perhaps, for that very quality), pants and wipes his forehead, for, despite the cold, the exertion and the universal flurry have made him quiet hot.

" In the dizzying flurry Grizzly had no time to think of his companion, who had enough to attend to his own matters.

It still snowed violently, the flakes being large, and eddying round the angles of the rocks, in flurries so violent as, at moments, to confound all the senses of the young man.

And now that Johnny is just going, Though Betty's in a mighty flurry, She gently pats the Pony's side, On which her Idiot Boy must ride, 70 And seems no longer in a hurry.

Then came the morning when, out of the monotonous cold and snow-flurries, something new appeared, a narrow white rim forming on the river marginthe first ice!

and now he has rode away, and says that he will not come back till this religious flurry is over.