Old Grannis's fingers trembled so that he pricked them with his needle.

Miss Baker dropped her spoon twice.

Their nervousness would not wear off.

They were perturbed, upset.
In a word, the afternoon was spoiled.
Maria went on about the flat from room to room.

She had already paid Marcus Schouler a visit early that morning before he had gone out.
Marcus had sworn at her, excitedly vociferating; "No, by damn! No, he hadn't a thing for her; he hadn't, for a fact.