I revolved her sayings within my restless breast; and, albeit my understanding was blinded, I perceived that what she had said was replete with wisdom, and, almost repenting of what I had uttered and of the course which I had declared I purposed taking, I was wavering in my mind.

Tears had fallen and dried on Mrs. Kaufman's cheeks; she wavered between a hysteria of tears and laughter.

It was a warmer reception than they had counted on, and they wavered for a moment, but there must have been a Frenchman leading them, for they rallied, and came on again with a rush.

The light shifted and wavered from one to the other as the ship swayed: garments swung; the empty berths yawned cavernous.

His very melancholy, and the dejection of spirits he had so long been in, produced an irresoluteness and wavering of purpose, which kept him from proceeding to extremities.

" "Besides," the low voice wavered on, "didn't we agree we'd learned the lesson o' the North?" "The lesson o' the North?" repeated the other with filling eyes.

"Be fair," I said; "did I not drink your toast?" I thought she wavered at this, for a blush deeper than all the others suffused her.

Her face was red, then white, and her eyes wavered before the blaze of his, that held her, compellingly.

I saw rays from it coming in through the parted curtains, and distinctly traced tree-branches wavering to and fro out in the night-wind, set astir as the moon came up.

Perhaps there was a film upon his sight, but the outlines of the newcomer seemed to change and waver like those of the idols in the wavering candle-light of the shop; and at times he thought he knew him; and at times he thought he bore a likeness to himself; and always, like a lump of living terror, there lay in his bosom the conviction that this thing was not of the earth and not of God.

" Long-drawn, like the mockery of a wail, the minor cadence wavered through the stillness, and died away.

It was however highly to their honour that they were found in no one instance to prevaricate, nor to waver as to the certainty of their facts.

A single cone, therefore, contains from two to three hundred seeds, which are about a fourth of an inch long by three sixteenths wide, including a thin, flat margin that makes them go glancing and wavering in their fall like a boy's kite.

The Supreme Governor never wavered over a single point; his large democratic sympathies were satisfied by his signature to what he hoped would be the foundation of Russian liberty.

"Will you stay here or" Kelson made an irresolute movement as though wavering between the implied invitation to quit the room and an inclination not to run away from the grim business.

But her glance wavered under these words and she showed a desire, with difficulty suppressed, to use the strength of her white but brawny arms, in shoving him out of the house.

The spray cloud got thick, and wavered with luminous tremblings when the long rollers broke.

Near at hand were the black rocks, eternally wet and smoking with the fog and gale; beyond towered the icebergs, pale, cold, glittering like spires of silver in the moonlight; far away, like a vague shadow, a handful of little gray houses clung like barnacles to the base of a great bare hill whose foot was in the sea and whose head wavered among the clouds of heaven.

Bobby wavered toward the door, emerged on the porch, and ran almost upon Di returning from her tea-party at Jenny Plow's.

The voice went on, growing into distinct articulation, but wavering about, now from one point, now from another, as if the owner of it were moving slowly back and forward.

With both of his own hands he grasped the slender, inquisitive fingers which wavered above the stained pillow, and once more his throat tightened.

As he looked he forgot the dogforgot everything in earth or heaven except that narrow cloud wavering along the sky.

" Hill's eyes, which had been fixed on Rolfe's face, wavered towards the doorway, as though he were meditating a rush for freedom.

The candle stood on the counter, its flame solemnly wagging in a draught; and by that inconsiderable movement, the whole room was filled with noiseless bustle and kept heaving like a sea: the tall shadows nodding, the gross blots of darkness swelling and dwindling as with respiration, the faces of the portraits and the china gods changing and wavering like images in water.

Study of Andrew Bedient and weeks in which he learned, past the waver of a doubt, that his friend was knit with a glistening and imperishable fabric of courage, brought David Cairns to that high astonishing point, where he could say impatiently, "Rot!"as his former ideals of manhood rose to mind.