"Aye, aye," he said, "I know, I know," and Shuffled out again.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
He scratched his pale gold head and Shuffled his feet.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
He Shuffled over to Val, pushed aside the mass of yellow hair, turned her head so that he could look into her face, saw at once the bruised marks upon her throat, and stood up very straight.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower