...which looked as though they had even outlived a Chancery suit—took up his own position on the dingy hearth-rug, with his back to the fire, and his hands behind him, as if to imply that he had both time and inclination to devote himself to his visitor. "As an idle...

...which looked as though they had even outlived a Chancery suit—took up his own position on the dingy hearth-rug, with his back to the fire, and his hands behind him, as if to imply that he had both time and inclination to devote himself to his visitor. " As an idle...

...which looked as though they had even outlived a Chancery suit—took up his own position on the dingy hearth-rug, with his back to the fire and his hands behind him, as if to imply that he had both time and inclination to devote himself to his visitor. That ceremony...

...humblest. Captain Fraser and his son were the only occupants of the room. The former stood squarely on the hearth-rug, with his back to the fire, and his hands clasped under his coat-skirts, talking to his son, who, in an arm-chair beside the fire, was slowly...

...me good morning, expressed his opinions concerning the weather, then, planting his tall, thin figure on the hearth-rug, with his back to the fire, and his hands in his coat-tail pockets, he fixed his big eyes upon rae pertinaciously. He need not have been chary...

...to the piano. "What shall it be?" said Beatrix, turning to her host, who had taken up his position on the hearthrug, with his back to the fire and his hands behind him. " Douglas," replied Mr. Thorne promptly; " by all means let us have that song you gave us last night...

...which were for the better, but which still further depressed him. The master of the house stood on his hearth-rug, with his back to the fire, and his hands behind him. He was alone, and all was still. "Very well," said he, taking a long breath, and putting his hand nervously...

...break the news to you, and I 've done it.' And John Stapleton rose abruptly, and took up his stand on the hearthrug with his back to the fire and his hands under his coattails. Mrs. Stapleton turned so pale, for an instant her husband thought she must faint;...

...Nothing! nothing! nothing!" Lady Sharbon uttered the words with defiant energy, and her father, standing on the hearthrug, with his back to the fire, and his hands thrust deep in his trousers' pockets, regarded her with bewilderment and anger struggling for the mastery...

...which looked as though they had even outlived a Chancery suit—took up his own position on the dingy hearth-rug, with his back to the fire, and his hands behind him, as if to imply that he had both time and inclination to devote himself to his visitor. " As an idle...