1 The motions of her mind were as incalculable as the flit of a bird in the branches.
2 Now her departure for Bettsbridge had once more eased his mind, and all his thoughts were on the prospect of his evening with Mattie.
3 But the thought of a definite rupture had never come to him, and even now could not lodge itself in his mind.
4 Both bowed to the inexorable truth: they knew that Zeena never changed her mind, and that in her case a resolve once taken was equivalent to an act performed.
5 "I've a good mind to go and hunt up those stomach powders I got last year over in Springfield," she continued.
6 I noticed that but I didn't pay it any mind then.
7 Why he should have captivated Scarlett when his mind was a stranger to hers she did not know.
8 Yet the serene half-light over Tara's well-kept acres brought a measure of quiet to her disturbed mind.
9 He had already forgotten Scarlett's heartbreak and his mind was only on plaguing his valet.
10 As always, she wondered how her loud, insensitive father had managed to marry a woman like her mother, for never were two people further apart in birth, breeding and habits of mind.
11 His mind was made up that he was not going to spend all of his days, like James and Andrew, in bargaining, or all his nights, by candlelight, over long columns of figures.
12 In his own mind, there had never been any doubt that he belonged, from the moment he first set foot on Tara.
13 It never interested her enough to try to think out the reason for it, for she knew nothing of the inner workings of any human being's mind, not even her own.
14 Her mind was as if a cyclone had gone through it, and it seemed strange that the dining room where they sat should be so placid, so unchanged from what it had always been.
15 There entered with her the faint fragrance of lemon verbena sachet, which seemed always to creep from the folds of her dresses, a fragrance that was always linked in Scarlett's mind with her mother.