to toss the head

In the words [...of] Acts x. 39. there might be a brachyology, in case the sense were: we are witnesses of all that he did, of this also, that they put him to death. But such an omission is not necessary.

They sang in order, ending with a basso profundo.

I can't reconcile myself to being called Miss Silver. I can't realise the character. It's like an affectation, like making-believe. Directly I relax my vigilance, I forget, and sink back into Johannah Rothe. I'm always Johannah Rothe when I'm alone.