1 Frome's heart was beating fast.
2 The other he tried to slip through hers; but she eluded him nimbly, and Frome's heart, which had swung out over a black void, trembled back to safety.
3 The cutter was going in the direction of the Frome farm, and Ethan's heart contracted as he listened to the dwindling bells.
4 The sudden heat of his tone made her colour mount again, not with a rush, but gradually, delicately, like the reflection of a thought stealing slowly across her heart.
5 Ethan stood looking at her, his heart in his throat.
6 Ethan's heart was jerking to and fro between two extremities of feeling, but for the moment compassion prevailed.
7 She was so small and weak-looking that it wrung his heart; but suddenly she lifted her head and looked straight at him.
8 When supper was over she rose from her seat and pressed her hand to the flat surface over the region of her heart.
9 It seemed to Ethan that his heart was bound with cords which an unseen hand was tightening with every tick of the clock.
10 It was a shy secret spot, full of the same dumb melancholy that Ethan felt in his heart.
11 His heart reeled with the sweetness of it.
12 The words were like fragments torn from his heart.
13 Mrs. Hale answered simply: "There was nowhere else for her to go;" and my heart tightened at the thought of the hard compulsions of the poor.
14 But sometimes the two of them get going at each other, and then Ethan's face'd break your heart.
15 He knew he had made India love him and he knew that she still loved him and, deep in his heart, he had the feeling that he had not played the gentleman.