It was evident, by a motion of Edward's head and a slight trembling of his lips, that he was aware of George's entrance, though his footsteps had been almost inaudible.

Emily, with her serious and earnest little face, looked from one to the other, as if she longed to be a messenger of peace between them.
Mr.Temple, without seeming to notice any of these circumstances, began a story.
SAMUEL JOHNSON [BORN 1709 DIED 1784.] "Sam," said Mr.Michael Johnson, of Lichfield, one morning, "I am very feeble and ailing to-day.

You must go to Uttoxeter in my stead, and tend the bookstall in the market-place there." This was spoken above a hundred years ago, by an elderly man, who had once been a thriving bookseller at Lichfield, in England.

Being now in reduced circumstances, he was forced to go every market-day and sell books at a stall, in the neighboring village of Uttoxeter.
His son, to whom Mr.Johnson spoke, was a great boy, of very singular aspect.

He had an intelligent face; but it was seamed and distorted by a scrofulous humor, which affected his eyes so badly that sometimes he was almost blind.