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Word: restlessly (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1880-1889
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...distance down the valley. There, leaning against a tree, he tried to think over the strange events of the day. Tue, inside the cave, could not sleep. She thought of Yung, watching out in the cold night; and her thoughts were more and more kind toward him. After a restless hour, she got up and peeped through the door. Yung was outside, tending the fire. He looked up, and saw her face through the leaves...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR FIRST FAMILIES. | 12/9/1881 | See Source »

...girl seemed restless and ill at ease. She was unaccustomed to entertaining visitors, and the prospect was not a pleasant one. Her father saw and pitied her embarrassment. "It is your time for exercise," he said; "you may walk out, as usual, if you wish." Tue thanked him, and hurried from the room...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR FIRST FAMILIES. | 11/11/1881 | See Source »

...that she was somehow restless; and after supper, when I had drawn my chair before the glowing wood-fire, "Let me tell you a story, Mira," I said. And with that she seated herself by my side, and, slipping her little hand in mine, she listened dreamily...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: MIRA. | 10/28/1881 | See Source »

...maiden seized this as she went down, and Mr. Diggles - suddenly decided he could be of more assistance in the water. This, for some reason, struck the Amherst man as funny, quite irresistibly funny, and he was seized with an uncontrollable desire to laugh. But his log became restless and he - went to help Mr. Diggles in getting out the young lady...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: LOGOMACHY. | 10/14/1881 | See Source »

...goings-out and comings-in - but yet - there was something, a premonition of danger, I might call it, that weighed heavily upon my spirits. I wandered about the room uneasily; I tried to get interested in "Bleak House;" I returned to my pipe for consolation. I was miserably restless. The clock struck twelve, - hollow, resounding strokes, every one of which increased my nervous expectation. I felt that I must do something; I took up my hat and coat, and was about to start off myself in search of Steve, when I heard a brisk, firm step on the stair...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A BIRD OF THE AIR. | 4/22/1881 | See Source »

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