Then your eyes fixed themselves upon your newly-framed picture of General Gordon, and I saw by the alteration in your face that a train of thought
had been started.
Ever since they had found the skeleton and got upon this train of thought
, they had spoken lower and lower, and they had almost got to whispering by now, so that the sound of their talk hardly interrupted the silence of the wood.
I believe," returned Doctor Manette, "that there had been a strong and extraordinary revival of the train of thought
and remembrance that was the first cause of the malady.
She went off on a familiar train of thought
, leading on to all kinds of well-known reflections, from the old wonder, why Theresa had married Willoughby?
In the misery of silence, from which they had all suffered for so long, any new train of thought
was almost bound to be a boon.
Now, though how that train of thought
had started he could not have said, he was distinctly conscious of the silver lining.
Having waited in vain for a reply, Emily turned away, and resumed the train of thought
which her schoolfellow had interrupted.
But they interrupt every dream, every pleasant train of thought
, with their tiresome cackling.
Everything seemed so futile and insignificant in comparison with the stern and solemn train of thought
that weakness from loss of blood, suffering, and the nearness of death aroused in him.
She rose and paced the room impatiently; she recoiled with an angry suddenness from the whole train of thought
in which her mind had been engaged but the moment before.
She seemed to be following out her own train of thought
rather than taking note of his words.
She went on in the same dull vacant tone, steadily following out her own train of thought
, with her heedless eyes on his face, and her wandering mind far away from him.
While her mind was still languidly following this train of thought
she was disturbed by the ringing of a bell in the hall, used to summon the servant whose duties were connected with that part of the house.
Following her caprices as a young girl, she had studied all things for a time, and then abandoned them,--taking up and leaving each train of thought
at will, until, at last, painting had proved to be her dominant passion.
Every train of thought
seemed to lead into the hopeless realm of ungovernable folly, to recall the knowledge and the terror of forces that must be ignored.