Porthos sucked his mustache,
muttering, "A good deal of ceremony to-night about crushing an adder." Athos shrunk into his corner, pale and motionless as a bas-relief.
He stood quite silent,
muttering softly to himself, his eyes fixed upon Trent.
The croon changed to a querulous muttering, and finally to an ugly growl.
Then his voice dropped once more into mutterings that I could not translate, but I had heard enough to cause me to guess a great deal more, and I thanked the kind Providence that had led me to this chamber at a time so filled with importance to Dejah Thoris and myself as this.
He uttered a low whistle and sauntered away to the window, where he stood for some minutes looking out upon the pleasing prospect of sullen grey clouds, streaming rain, soaking lawn, and dripping leafless trees, and
muttering execrations on the weather, and then sat down to breakfast.
This man no longer condemned Bert, himself muttering vaguely of dynamite, end sabotage, and revolution.
"We needed the money, we needed the money," he kept muttering, as he vainly tried to count the coins; and Saxon knew that his mind was wandering again.
His eyes closed, and he slept more soundly, though his muttering continued.
At last the Ox had to give up the hope of getting at the straw, and went away
muttering:
He bends down his ear, to listen to her
mutterings.
Because behind closed doors, with our friends and families in our different communities, we are
muttering cynical thoughts about what we think are the real root causes of extremism in this country.
Muttering "bank",
muttering "overdraft",
muttering "client",
muttering "help!".