That's the true history of our little fracas.

Now, as it is impossible to fill them constantly with politics, and as the taste of different readers must be consulted, every barbarous adventure, suicide, murder, robbery, domestic fracas, assaults, and batteries of the lower orders, with the duels and divorces of the higher, are all chronicled in various publications, disseminated over Europe, and convey an idea that we are a very miserable, ferocious, and dissolute nation.

Some ran like frightened sheep to the distant corners of the room, fearful lest they be embroiled in this unpleasant fracas ...

If there were to be no duel, all the trouble he had taken went for nothing; and even should there be an unseemly fracas, and should a meeting afterwards take place between Lord Bearwarden and Dick Stanmore, what good would it do him, if her ladyship's name were kept out of the quarrel?

Yours, if you are not silly, E.W." The consequence was, that as they came out from prayers, Upton seized Eric's hand, and slapped him on the back, after which they had a good laugh over their own foolish fracas, and ran up stairs chattering merrily.

2, (p. 55, col. 2, of the C. folio,) "struggles or instead noise,"plainly a memorandum for a stage-direction in regard to the impending fracas between Menenius and the Guard.]

It all felt most curious: here were these sausage-eating wretches, who had elected to start this infernal European fracas, and in so doing had brought us all into the same muddy pickle as themselves.

"I was standing by looking at a large-sized fracas one day and me doing nothingjust as peaceful as an old plough-hosswhen a gent ups and drills me in the leg.

She insisted it did not amount to much, but the Judge by his persistency finally got her to tell the story of the bloody fracas.

Scarcely any quarrels, I believe, take place between the English and French, nor did I hear of any violent fracas but one.

The spectators of this brief fracas crowded round the actors in it, seeing nothing but the insult offered to a lady, and highly indignant with John Saltram; and amidst their murmurs Percival Nowell pushed his way to the shore, with the woman still clinging to his arm.

His battles had been those of bullets and sharp steel, or sudden, brutal fracas, where the rule was to strike with the first weapon that came to hand.

Mr. Thomasson also had had his dark hoursince to be mixed up with, a fashionable fracas was one thing, and to lose a valuable and influential pupil, the apple of his mother's eye, was another; but it was past, and he gushed over with gratulations.