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1 Mary became quite still and Colin looked fretful.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XIX
2 He rubbed his forehead fretfully as he looked her over.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XII
3 Once they made him wear a brace but he fretted so he was downright ill.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XIV
4 "Because of the dreams that are so real," he answered rather fretfully.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XIII
5 Mary sat in her corner of the railway carriage and looked plain and fretful.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER II
6 Colin looked fretful and kept his strange black-lashed eyes fixed on Dr. Craven's face.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XIV
7 The door of her room was ajar and the sound came down the corridor, a far-off faint sound of fretful crying.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XIII
8 He looked as if the sight of her worried and fretted him and as if he did not know what in the world to do with her.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XII
9 She laughed as if she could not help it when they told her of the increasing difficulty there was in pretending that Colin was still a fretful invalid.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XXVI
10 It was another cry, but not quite like the one she had heard last night; it was only a short one, a fretful childish whine muffled by passing through walls.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER VI
11 So when she was a sickly, fretful, ugly little baby she was kept out of the way, and when she became a sickly, fretful, toddling thing she was kept out of the way also.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER I
12 There was a low fire glowing faintly on the hearth and a night light burning by the side of a carved four-posted bed hung with brocade, and on the bed was lying a boy, crying fretfully.
The Secret GardenBy Frances Hodgson Burnett ContextHighlight In CHAPTER XIII