“Thou hast been in trouble,” she said, leaning on the baluster above him.
Presently she raised her eyes and saw him leaning out of the window.
He went on; he stood in the doorway, leaning with one arm against it.
And leaning upon my Hannah's arm, withdrew to my own apartment.
He was leaning forward in his eagerness; he looked so zealous to be my champion—so honest!