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MUFFMelbourne Underground Film Festival (Australia)
MUFFMontreal Underground Film Festival
MUFFMaus und Fenster Firlefanz (German: Mouse and Window Nonsense)
MUFFMandatory Ugly Fat Friend
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With the quickness of David at the switch, I slipped a blotting-pad over the dedication, and then, "Pray be seated," I said coldly, but she remained standing, all in a twitter and very much afraid of me, and I know that her hands were pressed together within the muff. Had there been any dignified means of escape, I think we would both have taken it.
She began to talk of my adventures with David in the Gardens, and of some little things I have not mentioned here, that I may have done for her when I was in a wayward mood, and her voice was as soft as her muff. She had also an affecting way of pronouncing all her r's as w's, just as the fairies do.
The little robber maiden looked at her with a serious air, nodded her head slightly, and said, "They shall not kill you, even if I am angry with you: then I will do it myself"; and she dried Gerda's eyes, and put both her hands in the handsome muff, which was so soft and warm.
"Here are your worsted leggins, for it will be cold; but the muff I shall keep for myself, for it is so very pretty.
"Thank you," she added, as he picked up the handkerchief that had fallen out of her muff.
The tradition is kept up here that you are the best of skaters," she said, with her little black-gloved hand brushing a grain of hoarfrost off her muff.
"I had to," she explained, smoothing her muff. "He was there all the time that Thomson man was cross-examining me."
I put down my muff on the stile, and went up to the tall steed; I endeavoured to catch the bridle, but it was a spirited thing, and would not let me come near its head; I made effort on effort, though in vain: meantime, I was mortally afraid of its trampling fore-feet.
She looked down at her muff, and he saw her hands stir in it uneasily.
When Fanny rose at last, Polly's tired face reproached her; and taking a hasty leave of the small gentleman, she turned homeward, saying, confidentially, as she put one hand in Polly's muff, "Now, my dear, you must n't say a word about Frank Moore, or papa will take my head off.
I detected it all easily enough, being actually within six inches of her throbbing heart at that very moment, though concealed in the muff.
This is the best of silk and camel's hair, real ostrich feathers, and an expensive ermine muff. What could be in better taste, or more proper for a young girl?"