Jo saw and understood the look, and she stalked grimly away to get wine and beef tea, muttering
to herself as she slammed the door, "I hate estimable young men with brown eyes
If I happened to spend an evening with Lena and stayed late, the Polish violin-teacher across the hall used to come out and watch me descend the stairs, muttering
so threateningly that it would have been easy to fall into a quarrel with him.
The low, muttering
sounds of his threatening voice were still audible, when the wounded foal, first rearing on its hinder legs, plunged forward to its knees.
He asked for a paper of tobacco; and as she had neglected to provide herself with the article, her brutal customer dashed down his newly-bought pipe and left the shop, muttering
some unintelligible words, which had the tone and bitterness of a curse.
--voice like an old worn-out coffee-mill.
He could make out dimly in one corner a pallet of rags and old blankets, spread upon the floor; at the foot of it was a crucifix, and near it a priest muttering
He sat upon a squared block of stone, with his head bent down, his forearms resting on his knees, his long hair hanging like a fringe before his face, and he was muttering
He held in for a spell, walking up and down the comb of the roof and shaking his head and muttering
to himself; but his feelings got the upper hand of him, presently, and he broke loose and cussed himself black in the face.
He did not compare the new finger marks unintentionally left by Tom a few minutes before on Roxy's glass with the tracings of the marks left on the knife handle, there being no need for that (for his trained eye), but busied himself with another matter, muttering
from time to time, "Idiot that I was
And when the nigger was gone he got up and walked the floor, backwards and forwards, mumbling and muttering
to himself and plowing his hands through his hair.
Uncle Jerry coughed and stirred in his chair a good deal during Rebecca's recital, but he carefully concealed any undue feeling of sympathy, just muttering
, "Poor little soul
Elton looked as if he did not very well know what answer to make; which was exactly the case; for though very much gratified by the kind care of such a fair lady, and not liking to resist any advice of her's, he had not really the least inclination to give up the visit; but Emma, too eager and busy in her own previous conceptions and views to hear him impartially, or see him with clear vision, was very well satisfied with his muttering
acknowledgment of its being "very cold, certainly very cold," and walked on, rejoicing in having extricated him from Randalls, and secured him the power of sending to inquire after Harriet every hour of the evening.