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I was about to make some further observations, but he wrung my hand warmly and wished me good-bye.
What have I done!" She wrung her hands, and crushed her white hair, and returned to this cry over and over again.
Shimerda understand the friendly intention of our visit, and the Bohemian woman handled the loaves of bread and even smelled them, and examined the pies with lively curiosity, exclaiming, `Much good, much thank!'--and again she wrung grandmother's hand.
Strange that Creation, designed expressly for Monseigneur, should be so soon wrung dry and squeezed out!
Out of that tub had come the day before--Tess felt it with a dreadful sting of remorse--the very white frock upon her back which she had so carelessly greened about the skirt on the damping grass--which had been wrung up and ironed by her mother's own hands.
I'm afraid of horses, and boats make me ill, and I hate boys!" And poor Rose wrung her hands at the awful prospect before her.
Then the mother wrung her hands, sang and wept, and there were many songs, but yet many more tears; and then Night said, "Go to the right, into the dark pine forest; thither I saw Death take his way with thy little child!"
There's only the night left now!' moaned Dennis faintly, as he wrung his hands.
Lecount's questions on the subject of her letter -- the answers wrung from her under the sudden pressure of confusion and alarm -- may be used to Magdalen's prejudice by the woman who purposely startled her into giving the information.
The words were wrung from him, and he did not know he had spoken.
In tearless silence he submitted to the pang that wrung him.
I can bear it, I dare say.' Pouring forth these and a perfectly wonderful train of other disjointed expressions of regret, which no mortal power but Mrs Nickleby's could ever have strung together, that lady wrung her hands, and her tears fell faster.