...both had died away in the distance, then turning a slow and mournful look round his desolate chamber, he sank into a chair, and covered his face with his hands. She who had come to cheer and to save him was gone ! The hope — the brightness — the sunshine of...

...spoke, Mr. Sutherland's face became rigid in the effort to retain self-command ; but when she paused he sank into a chair, and covered his face with his hands. Margaret could not be aware of the impression in his mind that the final step had been taken, and that...

...father's ! — his mother's ! For the first time of his speaking these words they were turned from him : he sank into a chair, and covered his face with his hands. " My own Harold," said Mrs Hayward, " that may be yet ! " " No," replied his father. " Oh no ! he must...

...you — you, her son. Do not refuse to see her ; but go, in the name of humanity." "Let me think a moment," replied Oliver, with a bewildered look and...he said, looking up, " that I will be there." Mr. Hallam withdrew and informed the messenger that Mr. Oliver would attend to the request she had brought....

..." Forgive me!" he was folded to his brother's heart. As the arm that held him there was withdrawn, he sank into a chair, and covered his face with his hands, while his chest heaved with deep-drawn sobs. Robert Grahame's hand rested kindly on his brother's shoulder....

...spoke, Mr. Sutherland's face became rigid in the effort to retain self-command ; but when she paused he sank into a chair, and covered his face with his hands. Margaret could not be aware of the impression in his mind that the final step had been taken, and that...

...murdered my uncle !:> The vehemence of this accusation fell like a lightning stroke on Richtn Price. He sank into a chair and covered his face with his hands. ¿ moment after he raised his hand and stammered with white lips: "I deny his murder — he — is...

...great trouble. You and I are alone in the world : share the trouble with me.' Sir Andrew groaned as he sank into a chair, and covered his face with his hands. ' Sad trouble, Olivia, but no one can help me ; my own weakness and folly have brought me to dishonour.'...

...consistent with inward calmness. "My God ! " cried Mr. Greatorex, from between his quivering lips, as he sank into a chair, and covered his face with his hands. But the sacred word was not spoken in irreverence; no, nor in surprise; rather, as it seemed, in the...

...consistent with inward calmness. " My God !" cried Mr. Greatorex, from between his quivering lips, as he sank into a chair, and covered his face with his hands. But the sacred word was not spoken in irreverence ; no, nor in surprise ; rather, as it seemed, in...