1 It is not well that her very thoughts go into the hands of strangers.
2 I love the shade and the shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may.
3 He seems to have power at these particular moments to simply will, and her thoughts obey him.
4 We both know what those steps would have to be, though we do not mention our thoughts to each other.
5 I am amaze, and not at ease then; but she is so bright and tender and thoughtful for me that I forget all fear.
6 The poor wretch was doubtless torturing himself, after the manner of the insane, with needless thoughts of pain.
7 Poor fellow, maybe he is thinking, and I can see his face all wrinkled up with the concentration of his thoughts.
8 Then he very thoughtfully took a chair, with his back to me, so that I might be as free as possible, and began to read.
9 My dream was very peculiar, and was almost typical of the way that waking thoughts become merged in, or continued in, dreams.
10 I think that the digression of my thoughts must have done me good, for when I got back to bed I found a lethargy creeping over me.
11 I tried to get him to talk about the past few days, for any clue to his thoughts would be of immense help to me; but he would not rise.
12 Oh, my friend John, but it was butcher work; had I not been nerved by thoughts of other dead, and of the living over whom hung such a pall of fear, I could not have gone on.
13 I understood him to mean if we were to take advantage of their coming to divert if possible the thoughts of the unhappy husband and wife from each other and from themselves; so on nodding acquiescence to him he asked them what they had seen or done.