1 What did it matter, she said still.
2 It matters very little how he gained it.
3 What did it matter, she had said to her father, when he proposed her husband.
4 It matters little now, except as it may dispose you to think more leniently of his errors.
5 It matters little what figures of wonderful no-meaning she began to trace upon her wrappers.
6 The consultation ended in the men returning to the windlass, and the pitman going down again, carrying the wine and some other small matters with him.
7 Although they had been so quiet since the first outbreak of the matter, that most people really did suppose it to have been abandoned as hopeless, nothing new occurred.
8 It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood, it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage.
9 Many ears and eyes were busy with a vision of the matter of these placards, among turning spindles, rattling looms, and whirling wheels, for hours afterwards; and when the Hands cleared out again into the streets, there were still as many readers as before.
10 The spectacle of a matron of classical deportment, seizing an ancient woman by the throat, and hauling her into a dwelling-house, would have been under any circumstances, sufficient temptation to all true English stragglers so blest as to witness it, to force a way into that dwelling-house and see the matter out.