Some employed the time in eating their bread and cheese, with as measured and incessant a motion of the jaws (and almost as stupidly placid an expression of countenance), as you may see in cows ruminating in the first meadow you happen to pass.
Some held up admiringly the beautiful ball-dress in progress, while others examined the effect, backing from the object to be criticised in the true artistic manner.

Others stretched themselves into all sorts of postures to relieve the weary muscles; one or two gave vent to all the yawns, coughs, and sneezes that had been pent up so long in the presence of Mrs Mason.

But Ruth Hilton sprang to the large old window, and pressed against it as a bird presses against the bars of its cage.

She put back the blind, and gazed into the quiet moonlight night.

It was doubly light--almost as much so as day--for everything was covered with the deep snow which had been falling silently ever since the evening before.