She found no explanation even in her moments of heart searching.
The heart searching went on, and now she came to the thorn-fact of the whole revelation.
In every home, while faces carried bold fronts, there was heart searching of the ultimate depths and there was purging of souls.
The ten chapters are heart searching and the prayers at the close of each are for closet, not pulpit.
She bent more closely over him, crushing his un wounded hand against her heart—searching his soul with her look.