1 Raymond is a witness what nervous jerkings I have in my legs.
2 As she withdrew her hands from it, she fell back a step or two, nervously muttering some excuse.
3 Chokings and nervous jerkings, however, are nothing new to me when I think with anxiety of those I love.
4 What nervous folly made me start, and awfully connect it with the footstep of my dead sister, matters not.
5 I was so very nervous, that I had already lighted the Aged's sausage like a torch, and been obliged to blow it out.
6 Here and there, the set of the current had worn down the bank into a little creek, and we were all suspicious of such places, and eyed them nervously.
7 On examination it was pronounced that she had received serious hurts, but that they of themselves were far from hopeless; the danger lay mainly in the nervous shock.
8 The other, with an effort at a scornful smile, which could not, however, collect the nervous working of his mouth into any set expression, looked at the soldiers, and looked about at the marshes and at the sky, but certainly did not look at the speaker.
9 He held it between himself and the candle, tasted the port, rolled it in his mouth, swallowed it, looked at his glass again, smelt the port, tried it, drank it, filled again, and cross-examined the glass again, until I was as nervous as if I had known the wine to be telling him something to my disadvantage.