No, no, no.

Her face was immovable.

To the very last, and even afterwards, her frown remained unsoftened.
On the day after my poor good godmother was buried, the gentleman in black with the white neckcloth reappeared.

I was sent for by Mrs.
Rachael, and found him in the same place, as if he had never gone away.
"My name is Kenge," he said; "you may remember it, my child; Kenge and Carboy, Lincoln's Inn." I replied that I remembered to have seen him once before.
"Pray be seated--here near me.

Don't distress yourself; it's of no use.