Talk? Well, it's just Muff Potter, Muff Potter, Muff Potter all the time.

Muff Potter!

Huck, Muff Potter don't know it.

One of 'em's old Muff Potter's voice.

I took up my muff and walked on.

So it's the same with Muff Potter, of course.

Muff Potter'll hang for this if they catch him!

If anybody tells, let Muff Potter do it, if he's fool enough.

She's a goner, just as dead sure as Muff Potter's a goner.

It was within three feet of Muff Potter when it done it.

She pulled a little handkerchief out of her muff and began to sob heavily into it.

The man moaned, writhed a little, and his face came into the moonlight. It was Muff Potter.

No, you've always been fair and square with me, Muff Potter, and I won't go back on you.

Little hands, and weak but they've helped Muff Potter a power, and they'd help him more if they could.

Daily Muff Potter's gratitude made Tom glad he had spoken but nightly he wished he had sealed up his tongue.

As usual, the fickle, unreasoning world took Muff Potter to its bosom and fondled him as lavishly as it had abused him before.

A gory knife had been found close to the murdered man, and it had been recognized by somebody as belonging to Muff Potter so the story ran.

'Have you been here long?' she said, shaking hands with him. 'Thank you,' she added as he picked up the handkerchief she had dropped from her muff.

The strain upon pent emotion reached its climax when the boy said and as the doctor fetched the board around and Muff Potter fell, Injun Joe jumped with the knife and

There is a tradition here that you are the best skater,' she said, flicking off with a small black gloved hand some hoar frost crystals that had fallen on her muff.

It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

His assistant, a lad whom Anna did not know, had hardly opened the door when she entered, and taking a three rouble note from her muff hastily thrust it into his hand.

Now a witness was called who testified that he found Muff Potter washing in the brook, at an early hour of the morning that the murder was discovered, and that he immediately sneaked away.

I jumped up, took my muff and umbrella, and hastened into the inn passage a man was standing by the open door, and in the lamp lit street I dimly saw a one horse conveyance.

I had brushed my black stuff travelling dress, prepared my bonnet, gloves, and muff sought in all my drawers to see that no article was left behind and now having nothing more to do, I sat down and tried to rest.

'Ah, ah! stupid' 'Now, butter fingers' 'Muff' 'Humbug' and so forth ejaculations which seemed to establish him in the opinion of all around, as a most excellent and undeniable judge of the whole art and mystery of the noble game of cricket.

She was not very firm on her feet. Having drawn her hands from the muff that hung by a cord from her neck, she held them out and looking at Levin, whom she had recognized, she smiled at him and at her fears.

Gathering my mantle about me, and sheltering my hands in my muff, I did not feel the cold, though it froze keenly as was attested by a sheet of ice covering the causeway, where a little brooklet, now congealed, had overflowed after a rapid thaw some days since.

She took another deep breath to get her fill of fresh air and had already drawn her hand out of her muff to take hold of the handrail and get into the train when another man wearing a military overcoat came close between her and the wavering light of the lamp.

I put down my muff on the stile, and went up to the tall steed I endeavoured to catch the bridle, but it was a spirited thing, and would not let me come near its head I made effort on effort, though in vain meantime, I was mortally afraid of its trampling fore feet.

Often I says to myself, says I, 'I used to mend all the boys' kites and things, and show 'em where the good fishin' places was, and befriend 'em what I could, and now they've all forgot old Muff when he's in trouble but Tom don't, and Huck don't _they_ don't forget him, says I, 'and I don't forget them.'

All this is visible to you by the light of an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, and by that of an excellent fire, near which I sit in my cloak and bonnet my muff and umbrella lie on the table, and I am warming away the numbness and chill contracted by sixteen hours' exposure to the rawness of an October day I left Lowton at four o'clock a.m., and the Millcote town clock is now just striking eight.