1 I am astonished you found courage to refuse his hand.
2 I did not refuse it, for my appetite was awakened and keen.
3 Almost desperate, I asked for half a cake; she again refused.
4 I answered him by assuming it: to refuse would, I felt, have been unwise.
5 Mr. St. John spoke almost like an automaton: himself only knew the effort it cost him thus to refuse.
6 Missis refused: her means have long been much reduced by his extravagance; so he went back again, and the next news was that he was dead.
7 I sought a seat for him in a hidden and lovely spot, a dry stump of a tree; nor did I refuse to let him, when seated, place me on his knee.
8 St. John was not a man to be lightly refused: you felt that every impression made on him, either for pain or pleasure, was deep-graved and permanent.
9 A sort of instinct seemed to warn him of her entrance, even when he did not see it; and when he was looking quite away from the door, if she appeared at it, his cheek would glow, and his marble-seeming features, though they refused to relax, changed indescribably, and in their very quiescence became expressive of a repressed fervour, stronger than working muscle or darting glance could indicate.