Mused

Examples

• It is really wonderful to think of Rudolph still being alive, mused Mrs Dengelton, taking no notice of the Rector's historical explanation. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• She mused upon the meeting a considerable time. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• My heart was deeply and most deservedly humbled as I mused over the fire for an hour or more. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• I find on this pavement that wanderer-wooing summer night of which I mused; I see its moon over me; I feel its dew in the air. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Left to herself, Gerty mused distressfully upon her friend's plight, and her own inability to relieve it. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• He mused--for ten minutes he held counsel with himself: he formed his resolve, and announced it-- Enough! Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• She knit and knit, but while she mused the fire burned; at last she broke out--I tell you, Augustine, I can't get over things so, if you can. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Mr. Weller nodded his acquiescence in the sentiment, and again fastening his eyes on the fire, shrouded himself in a cloud, and mused deeply. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• My aunt mused a little while, and then said: 'Mr. Micawber, I wonder you have never turned your thoughts to emigration. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Time was, when a poet sat upon a stool in a public place, and mused in the sight of men. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• She paused and mused. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• She stood and mused. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• So mused, and thus reasoned I, till I was interrupted by Frederick Lamb's loud knock at my door. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• Mr. Cruncher, sitting on a stool in a public place, but not being a poet, mused as little as possible, and looked about him. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• Well, I suppose she doesn't know him, mused Caroline to herself, and by this hypothesis she endeavoured to account for what seemed else unaccountable. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Newland Archer, as he mused on these things, had once more turned his eyes toward the Mingott box. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• Mrs. Fisher mused. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
• That's a coincidence, too, the guard mused, for I made the same of it myself. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• She mused again. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• But when St. John had mused a few moments he recommenced as imperturbably and with as much acumen as ever. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
• I don't care which of their visions comes true, Archer mused, as long as the tunnel isn't built yet. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
• If I inherit, I shall have to be careful of my figure, she mused, while the lawyer droned on through a labyrinth of legacies. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.

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