But do say that you forgive me, Nathalie," he entreated, softening
Is there no reward, no means of palliating the injury, and of softening
Mother and daughter stood together in the same circle of seclusion from human society; and in the nature of the child seemed to be perpetuated those unquiet elements that had distracted Hester Prynne before Pearl's birth, but had since begun to be soothed away by the softening
influences of maternity.
Augustine, you know I didn't think of it in that light," said Miss Ophelia, evidently softening
It was a Sunday afternoon, and beautiful weather, and my uncle, the priest, took me as a reward for being a good boy and because of my own accord and without anybody asking me I had bankrupted my savings-box and given the money to a mission that was civilizing the Chinese and sweetening their lives and softening
their hearts with the gentle teachings of our religion, and I wish you could have seen what we saw that day, Thorndike.
Titian's Venus defiles and disgraces the Tribune, there is no softening
that fact, but his "Moses" glorifies it.
The boy had, with the additional softening
claim of a lingering illness of his mother's, been the means of a sort of reconciliation; and Mr.
Bitter and truculent when excited, I spoke as I felt, without reserve or softening
Surely, these are softening
influences which must affect any man?
It was famous, too, for the pillory, a wise old institution, that inflicted a punishment of which no one could foresee the extent; also, for the whipping-post, another dear old institution, very humanising and softening
to behold in action; also, for extensive transactions in blood-money, another fragment of ancestral wisdom, systematically leading to the most frightful mercenary crimes that could be committed under Heaven.
Not a latent echo in the house, not a squeak and scuffle from the mice behind the panelling, not a drip from the half-thawed water-spout in the dull yard behind, not a sigh among the leafless boughs of one despondent poplar, not the idle swinging of an empty store-house door, no, not a clicking in the fire, but fell upon the heart of Scrooge with a softening
influence, and gave a freer passage to his tears.
All the rest of that day, and from morning to night afterwards, she sat at that desk, scratching composedly with a hard pen, speaking in the same imperturbable whisper to everybody; never relaxing a muscle of her face, or softening
a tone of her voice, or appearing with an atom of her dress astray.