I'll walk up and down the room whilst you do it." He began pacing, but Polly made no movement towards the table.

She was strangely sullen, or, perhaps, depressed; not at all like herself, even when in anger.

She cast glances at her companion, and seemed desirous of saying something--of making some protest--but her tongue failed her.
"No hurry," Gammon remarked, after humming through a tune.

"Think it out.

Only a line or two." "Are you telling me the truth about my letter ?" she suddenly asked.
"You haven't read it ?" "I assure you I haven't.