I will take them and the pencils and the white note-book,' said the lama, 'as a sign of friendship between priest and priest - and now -' He fumbled
at his belt, detached the open-work iron pincers, and laid it on the Curator's table.
As I stood in the dark shadow of the tunnel's end racking my brain for a feasible plan the while I watched, catlike, the old man's every move, he took up the money-pouch and crossed to one end of the apartment, where, bending to his knees, he fumbled
with a panel in the wall.
And while the king, protected from observation by the thick covert of an enormous lime, pressed La Valliere to his breast, with all the ardor of ineffable affection, Colbert tranquilly fumbled
among the papers in his pocket-book and drew out of it a paper folded in the form of a letter, somewhat yellow, perhaps, but one that must have been most precious, since the intendant smiled as he looked at it; he then bent a look, full of hatred, upon the charming group which the young girl and the king formed together - a group revealed but for a moment, as the light of the approaching torches shone upon it.
When he found himself possessed of a coherent passage, he shook it at his audience almost aggressively, and then fumbled
in his pocket pouch as though in search of them, at the same time entering the cage.
It was this very carefulness which attracted the black's attention to the thing, arousing a natural curiosity in the warrior's mind, and so it chanced that when the Belgian, in the nervousness of overcaution, fumbled
the hidden article and dropped it, Mugambi saw it as it fell upon the ground, spilling a portion of its contents on the sward.
in the pocket of the ulster beneath him for something that he had discovered there while he lay between the paroxysms of fever.
about on the desk, and produced a pair of gold spectacles, which he adjusted with great nicety on the edge of his very short nose.
for the rifle, got it to his shoulder, and pulled the trigger.
his next counter to Jerry's attack, missed, and had both hands slashed in quick succession ere he managed to send the puppy sliding.
for the knob and entered a lighted room, where sat his sister and Bernard Higginbotham.
A hand fumbled
against the mat that served for a door.
I was keyed up to concert pitch, my brain was working smoothly and quickly, my hands never fumbled
once, and it seemed that I almost divined the thousand little things which a small-boat sailor must be taking into consideration every second.
Then, the cart empty, she fumbled
for matches and lighted a short clay pipe, pressing down the burning surface of the tobacco with a calloused and apparently nerveless thumb.
in his waistcoat pocket and produced a diamond ring, at which he looked pensively.