...told me what this was. On her way upstairs she saw Mr. Fortescue." " Whe—ew," whistled the lawyer, throwing himself back in his chair, and thrusting his hands into his pockets. " Saw Mr. Fortescue ! " he added, after recovering from the extremity of his first surprise. " You...

...They keep sending 'em in ! " -' And then it is said — forgive me if I ippear intrusive — that yon gave orders for wine and such things out of Whitford....Well, by Jove ! " exclaimed Algernon, throwing himself hack in his chair and thrusting his hands into his pockets, "tkat is the most absurd — the most irmkmal...

...the anger he was trying to keep down. "No, I shall not; the subject is finished with," said Wendover, throwing himself back in his chair and thrusting his hands into his trousers pockets. "That's a cowardly line to take," said Ralph. 78 Wendover rose again to his feet....