I preternaturally listened; I figured to myself what might portentously
be; I wondered if his bed were also empty and he too were secretly at watch.
Louis surveyed me with his shrewd grey eyes, and shook his head portentously
. "She's a-comin', I tell you, and it'll be sheets and halyards, stand by all hands, when she begins to howl.
The lamps across his streets had a portentously
elastic swing with them.
I thought the best thing I could do would be to put his sock on him again, but as soon as I tried to do so I discovered why Irene had warned me so portentously
against taking it off.
No doubt we two should find many things to talk about by ourselves in reference to our common calling, added little Fyne portentously
in his grave undertones, as if the Mercantile Marine were a secret society.
With which parting injunction, slowly and portentously
delivered, the doctor departed, leaving the whole house in admiration of that wisdom which tallied so closely with their own.
Without giving herself time for a second thought, she rushed into the shop, pale, wild, desperate in gesture and expression, scowling portentously
, and looking far better qualified to do fierce battle with a housebreaker than to stand smiling behind the counter, bartering small wares for a copper recompense.
"Mas'r will go his own way!" said Sam, with rueful submission, at the same time winking most Portentously
to Andy, whose delight was now very near the explosive point.
approached the stage, with an open letter in her hand.
In the mean time Blanche remained portentously
quiet in the upper regions of the house; while Lady Lundie steadily pursued her inquiries down stairs.
As she entered and closed the door on herself, he sank down in a chair, and gazed and sighed and puffed portentously
. "That coat is very tight for Milor," Isidor said, still having his eye on the frogs; but his master heard him not: his thoughts were elsewhere: now glowing, maddening, upon the contemplation of the enchanting Rebecca: anon shrinking guiltily before the vision of the jealous Rawdon Crawley, with his curling, fierce mustachios, and his terrible duelling pistols loaded and cocked.
Usually the "heroic fugitive" (this name was bestowed upon him in a review of the English edition of his book)--the " heroic fugitive " accompanied her, sitting, portentously
bearded and darkly bespectacled, not by her side, but opposite her, with his back to the horses.