An odd new thought began to form itself in his mind.

Her thoughts drifted for a time and then began to focus on a face.

But before this thought could even begin to make her glad, Father went on speaking in a voice that expected no answer.

The thought of such a thing began to make her laugh.

The thought had no more than begun when I sat up with alarm.

Then a wicked thought began to grow in Peter's mind.

Why, even the thought was beginning to make him hate the sound of the young lord's voice.

An unpleasant thought began to take shape in his mind.

When once this thought had begun there was no end to it.

And as the rage left her, a simple thought began to form: What if it wasn't true?