1 "I tell you, granny, if you bottle a fellow up too tight, I shall split," said Tom.
2 He drew his arms tightly over his bosom, and choked back the bitter tears, and tried to pray.
3 George stood with his head drawn back, his arms folded tightly over his broad breast, and a bitter smile curling his lips.
4 He folded his arms, tightly pressed in his lips, but a whole volcano of bitter feelings burned in his bosom, and sent streams of fire through his veins.
5 Miss Ophelia had listened to this conversation with an air of shrewd, observant gravity; and she still kept her lips tightly compressed, as if determined fully to ascertain her longitude and position, before she committed herself.
6 Well, I won't, for your sake," said George, busily tying his dollar round Tom's neck; "but there, now, button your coat tight over it, and keep it, and remember, every time you see it, that I'll come down after you, and bring you back.
7 She strained him suddenly and tightly in her arms, and slowly one tear after another fell on his wondering, unconscious face; and gradually she seemed, and little by little, to grow calmer, and busied herself with tending and nursing him.