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They wasted no time fumbling for the knob, but put all the strength of their shoulders against the opening. The door gave, suddenly, and they tumbled over each other into a dimly lighted room.
"Rabble!" she added in precisely the tone which one might expect of a well-bred but particularly deadly snake. The mob wilted to a purposeless and abashed crowd. The crowd disintegrated into individuals. The individuals asked themselves what they were doing there, and, finding no sufficient answer, slunk away. Annie Oombrella pattered along beside him, fumbling his hand and trying not to cry.
Apparently some one was fumbling at the other end and he felt the impression of a woman's sleeve or dress brushing the instrument. "Well, well," he cried in quick, impatient tones, "what is it? What's the matter?" "Is that you?" came the faint echo of a woman's voice. "Who is this, please?" "Jim, don't you know my voice! It's Nan!" "I didn't recognize it. You spoke so queerly. What is it, Nan?"
At first Hemstead grew deathly pale, and his aunt, thinking he was going to faint, began fumbling for her salts. But a moment later the blood suffused even his neck and brow, and he said passionately, "I don't believe a word of this; Miss Marsden is not capable of such falsehood." "Whether in your unreasoning passion you will believe it or not makes no difference," said Mrs. Marchmont, quietly.
He was pulling Surry in, now, and he held his riata in one hand as though he were ready to use it at a moment's notice, and blank astonishment was on his face. That, perhaps, was because of José and José's hostile attitude, standing crosswise of the trail like that, and scowling while he waited, with the fingers of his right hand fumbling inside his sash for his dagger, perchance!
And here here," fumbling in her waistband and bringing out a knitted purse; "I would have offered it before, only I thought shame. My wages? Yes. You've paid us wages these nine years, haven't you; and what right had we to any, being slaves? You will not take it, my lord? Well, then, my dear master, if I must go, if I must leave you, take my papers and sell me to some one.
If Dickens had stumbled in among the old armour and quaint folios of Scott's study he would certainly have read his brother novelist a lesson in no measured terms about the futility of thus fumbling in the dust-bins of old oppression and error.
He hung his head and scraped with an unconscious foot upon the floor. The minister recovered his wind, looked with contempt in every line at the man who had abused him, and sat down without a word before the fire. "I'm sorry about this," said M'Iver, fumbling about his waist-belt with nervous ringers; "I'm sorry about this, Master Gordon.
"I assure you," he went on, fumbling for something to say, "that my heart is brimming with gratitude so that my lips find it hard to utter the words that crowd into my mind." At this point some kindly friend in the audience gingerly set going a ripple of applause, which, though evidently forced, was like wine to the old man's intellect; it flung a glow through his imagination.
"I should know you anywhere," declared Masherville, nervously fumbling with the string of his eye-glass. "It's impossible to forget your face, Miss Marcia!" She was silent, and kept that face turned from him so long that the gentle little lord was surprised. He approached her more closely and took her hand the hand that had played with the drops in the fountain.
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