Murmuring

Examples

• She sat sobbing and murmuring behind it, that, if I was uneasy, why had I ever been married? Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Too true, too true, indeed,' said Mrs. Weller, murmuring a groan, and shaking her head assentingly. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• Somewhat daunted by this reception, Jo hesitated on the threshold, murmuring in much embarrassment. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Where the quiet coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles--' he was murmuring to himself, like a man condemned to death. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• The quiet in the house, and the low murmuring hum of summer insects outside the open window, soothed me. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• I endure without murmuring, because it is appointed that I shall so make reparation for my sins. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• The trooping in of numbers, the trampling of many steps and murmuring of many voices, were likewise audible. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• She was wiping the dead face carefully, and murmuring, almost whimpering, very softly: 'Poor Mr Crich! D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• John Barsad, repeated madame, after murmuring it once to herself. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• But, Johnny murmuring something with his eyes closed, and Mrs Boffin not knowing what, old Betty bent her ear to listen and took pains to understand. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• He folded his hands, and murmuring something more they could not hear, fell into a sleep--only a sleep at first, for they saw him smile. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• This is he; this helpless, inarticulately murmuring, wandering old man pointed out. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• She had that rare sense which discerns what is unalterable, and submits to it without murmuring. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• Mr Sampson said he was sure of it too; murmuring how eminently he respected Mrs Wilfer, and ever must, and ever would. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Fearing to betray herself, she slipped away, murmuring something about needing more paper. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• You, who had seen all the fretful selfishness of my latter days; who had known all the murmurings of my heart! Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
• I heardpoured forth on the threshold, some fervid murmurings to Marie, Reine du Ciel, some deep aspiration that _his_ hope might yet be _mine_. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.

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