Perhaps this connection of ideas, which had often occurred to me in my rambles about Starkfield, caused me to hear a wistful
note in Frome's words, and to see in the diminished dwelling the image of his own shrunken body.
I was just going to see Miss Tuxton home," he says, sort of wistful
He stood in the window, drumming against the raised sash, and feeling in every fibre the wistful
tenderness with which she had spoken her cousin's name.
eyes were gazing into mine continually.
She had a wistful
look which was infinitely pathetic.
The world must have rung with gallant deeds and grown lovely thoughts for numberless centuries before she could be; she was the child of all the brave and wistful
imaginings of men.
He had indulged in some wistful
hopes that for once his master might have relaxed, that an opportune word of congratulation might awaken some spark of generosity in the man who had just added a fortune to his great store.
He was suddenly back in the Milan, he saw the backward turn of her head, the almost wistful
look in her eyes as she made her little pronouncement.
He looked at her and smiled, but it was a very wan and wistful
Instead, and after a wistful
, searching look, he snuggled in, burrowing his head out of sight between the master's arm and body.
When our eyes first met, she regarded me with a wistful
, questioning look, as if she were troubled by some doubt which she shrunk from expressing in words.
I should n't think you 'd envy anybody, for you 've got one another," said Polly, with such a wistful
look, that it suddenly set Tom and Fanny to wondering why they did n't have better times together, and enjoy themselves, as Polly and Jim did.
He was feeling stuffier and stuffier, and more and more wistful
to learn what he wanted done to his nose, but he pursued them with the vital question in vain; the timid creatures ran from him, and even the Lancers, when he approached them up the Hump, turned swiftly into a side-walk, on the pretence that they saw him there.
I'm so glad I saw it; and I know I shall dream about it," answered Rose steadily, though a wistful
glance went toward the Island, now so near that she could smell powder and see shadowy figures flitting about.
With the "rose-red" girl, Stella Maynard, and the "dream girl," Priscilla Grant, she soon became intimate, finding the latter pale spiritual-looking maiden to be full to the brim of mischief and pranks and fun, while the vivid, black-eyed Stella had a heartful of wistful
dreams and fancies, as aerial and rainbow-like as Anne's own.