—Aaron replied by rubbing his head against his mother's skirt, passing the backs of his hands over his eyes and peeping through his fingers at Master Marner.
—Mr. Macey screwed up his mouth, leaned his head further on one side and twirled his thumbs rapidly, with his two hands resting on his lap and touching at the finger-tips.
—Silas sat with his elbows on his knees, his forehead pressed rigidly into his two palms, his eyes closed, deep sighs that were almost groans shaking his slender frame.
—The little tot squatted on the coat and spread out her hands to the fire; but the little eyes refused to stay open, and finally the golden head sank down upon the floor fast asleep.
—Presently the child slipped from his knee and began to walk about; but suddenly she fell into a sitting posture and began to pull at her little boots, as though she were trying to get at her toes.
—"At last," he said, stretching back in the arm chair, crossing his legs and joining his hands behind his head: "I can now have a minute to myself!"
—"Ssshh," said the boy, frowning, and waving his right arm with hand outspread towards his companion.
Series VII
(Interpretation requiring more than one person)
—As Rip Van Winkle approached the town, the people all stared at him with marks of surprise and invariably stroked their chins, so that Rip was induced involuntarily to do likewise: his beard was a foot long.
—A self-important old gentleman pushed through the crowd, shoving the people to the right and left with his elbows as he passed; and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one hand on his side, the other resting on his cane, he demanded with an austere tone: "What are you doing here?"