She had known it was a thing that happened to everybody; but yetAnd it was a solemn matter, to be prepared for, and looked forward to, whereas"If you mean that I too" she said, faltering a little; and then she added, "it is very surprising," with a trouble in her mind which yet was not all trouble.

'I am very glad,' faltered Mary.

At the very last moment she faltered out a few words which were not for them.

" In faltering tones Mugford told his story.

" Hiramani spoke in faltering accents and wiped away an imaginary tear with the corner of her cloth.

"IsLord God, is she dead?" faltered the old man.

THE CAPTIVE I opened the cage of my pet canary; Timid, it faltered a moment there, Then, at my call, became less wary, And blithely sprang to the buoyant air.

She only shook her head, and faltered some unintelligible reply.

3. Nay, falter not, good friend; thy news is sweet; Thanks, thanks!

She faltered a step toward the dilapidated rail fence as they came up.

" "There'snothingto tell," faltered Lenore.

"Twenty miles!" faltered Percy.

"Miss Amesbury," faltered a low, but familiar voice.

I had no heart to speak;I faltered some miserable, perhaps petulant excuse, stole away, and the first battle of life was lost.

Finally, beginning at random, very hurriedly, looking away, she brought out, faltering, "Mother, is it true that all men arethat when a girl marries she must expect toaren't there any men who" She stopped, burying her burning face in her muff.

"Roger," said he, "thou art witness to this my oath, an I do fail or falter henceforth, then in that same hour may sharp death be mine.

" "Is it dangerous?" faltered the steward.

"I think they're mine," faltered Mugford.

"Stand up, damsel, what wouldst thou have with us?" "Your protection, madam," faltered the unfortunate countess.

"I'mI'm awfully sorry," faltered the culprit.

I read recently a review of an historical romancea last faltering descendant of the racewhose author in an endeavor to restore the past, had made too free a use of obsolete words.

"Youyou are a rich man?" faltered Dick.

"Is she not still at the Old House?" "Is it known, then?" faltered Dorothy.

"He didn't give me time," faltered Elleney; adding with more spirit, "Besides, what matter if it's me he likes the best?" "Bless us an' save us!"

She faltered for an instant and then continued to advance, her eyes on Sylvia.