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He opened it, scarcely thinking of the writer, but the first words attracted his attention at once.
It's what rag she can get to stick on her as she's thinking on from morning till night, as I often ask her if she wouldn't like to be the mawkin i' the field, for then she'd be made o' rags inside and out.
Life to me has always been a strange world that I never got over thinking about and trying to understand, and at the same time hustling to get through with every day of it as fast as I could by keeping at the only thing I knew which would make it all more bearable.
Nine years, my dear," he said after thinking for a little while, "have passed since I received a letter from a lady living in seclusion, written with a stern passion and power that rendered it unlike all other letters I have ever read.
Mary smiled, thinking that to beat people down was a process that should present no difficulty to Miss Katharine Hilbery.
Oh no," said Wendy, rapidly thinking it out, "it will only mean having a few beds in the drawing-room; they can be hidden behind the screens on first Thursdays.
My father," said I, "was not forty-seven when he died, and I remember thinking him an old man.
There 's precious little masking nowadays; wish there was a little more sometimes," added Tom, thinking of several blooming damsels whose beseeching eyes had begged him not to leave them to wither on the parent stem.
A minister mightn't mind my red hair because he wouldn't be thinking of such worldly things.
The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to her great surprise, they all THOUGHT in chorus (I hope you understand what THINKING IN CHORUS means--for I must confess that I don't), 'Better say nothing at all.
Long prior to the age of reflection is the thinking of the mind.
I will merely observe, in mitigation of our prospective labours, that thinking, however it is to be analysed, is in itself a delightful occupation, and that there is no enemy to thinking so deadly as a false simplicity.
She began thinking how she had to get a new flat in Moscow for the coming winter, to renew the drawing room furniture, and to make her elder girl a cloak.
I write to you from my own room at Venice, thinking you will be glad to hear from me.
You were right in telling me she would do me no good; but you were wrong in thinking I should wish to be like her.