1 She laughed a little uncertainly.
2 She tossed the hair back from her forehead with a laugh.
3 Ethan laid down the razor and straightened himself with a laugh.
4 She nodded and laughed "Yes, one," and he felt a blackness settling on his brows.
5 Zeena continued to look from one to the other; then she emitted her small strange laugh.
6 She laughed with pleasure, her head tilted back, the lamplight sparkling on her lips and teeth.
7 Denis laughed, and gave the horse a cut that brought him quickly abreast of her retreating figure.
8 At first she was so awkward that he could not help laughing at her; but she laughed with him and that made them better friends.
9 At first she was so awkward that he could not help laughing at her; but she laughed with him and that made them better friends.
10 The name threw a chill between them, and they stood a moment looking sideways at each other before Mattie said with a shy laugh.
11 She laughed at him for not knowing the simplest sick-bed duties and told him to "go right along out" and leave her to see to things.
12 With every yard of the way some spot where they had stood, and laughed together or been silent, clutched at Ethan and dragged him back.
13 He even noticed two or three gestures which, in his fatuity, he had thought she kept for him: a way of throwing her head back when she was amused, as if to taste her laugh before she let it out, and a trick of sinking her lids slowly when anything charmed or moved her.
14 For the first time they would be alone together indoors, and they would sit there, one on each side of the stove, like a married couple, he in his stocking feet and smoking his pipe, she laughing and talking in that funny way she had, which was always as new to him as if he had never heard her before.
15 As she passed down the line, her light figure swinging from hand to hand in circles of increasing swiftness, the scarf flew off her head and stood out behind her shoulders, and Frome, at each turn, caught sight of her laughing panting lips, the cloud of dark hair about her forehead, and the dark eyes which seemed the only fixed points in a maze of flying lines.