The atmosphere of the many loves that had sanctified the little house was all about her; the companionship of two healthy, happy, young folks of her own generation encircled her; she felt and yielded to the magic of her surroundings--Miss Cornelia and Captain Jim would scarcely have recognized her; Anne found it hard to believe that this was the cold,
unresponsive woman she had met on the shore--this animated girl who talked and listened with the eagerness of a starved soul.
The Glass Cat was so proud of her pink brains that she ventured to come close to Dorothy, in order that the girl might "see 'em work." This was really interesting, but when Dorothy patted the cat she found the glass cold and hard and
unresponsive, so she decided at once that Bungle would never do for a pet.
The audience was agitated, but
unresponsive. Yet Bishop Morehouse was not aware of it.
Medlock, staring at her queer,
unresponsive little face.
He dropped the reins and caught her hand, and she made no resistance, although her touch was
unresponsive. But when, throwing one arm round her waist, he sought to kiss her lips, not like a lover indeed, not because he wanted to do so, but as a desperate man who puts his fortunes to the touch, she drew away from him, with a knot in her forehead, backed and shied about fiercely with her head, and pushed him from her with her hand.
"Then we'll get married on triolets that will sell," he asserted stoutly, putting his arm around her and drawing a very
unresponsive sweetheart toward him.
'Hold up, will you,' said Mr Tappertit, in a very
unresponsive tone, 'I'll let you fall if you don't.
"My dear fellow," he cried, wringing Holmes'
unresponsive hand, "congratulate me!
"He don't know but I know," he shouted, stopping to gaze down into the dumb,
unresponsive face of the half-wit.
He also intended to write on many other matters which do not concern us, and doubtless would have done so but for the slight feverish headache which made him dull and
unresponsive at mess.
He had looked forward, with more anticipation than even he himself had realized, to the thrill which he had supposed fatherhood would bring, taking it entirely for granted that he would feel a bond with this small reincarnation of his own being, but after the first week of attempting to get interested in the
unresponsive bundle that was his son, he decided the idea of a baby had certainly signified in his mind emotions which this tiny, troublesome creature, with a voice like a small-sized foghorn, did not cause to materialize.
There was something horrible to Dorothea in the sensation which this
unresponsive hardness inflicted on her.