12 Metaphors for janet

Janet, in rich and complicated white, and glistening with jewels at hand and neck, was a princess beside her.

I said that Janet should be my companion, and she has been my companion.

Janet was her friend, in theory her one intimate friend: she had seen her once in London,beautiful, agreeable, affectionate, intelligent; all the Orgreaves were lovable.

But Janet was not a Catholic, and beside, she made few mistakes and could condone an offence only when made by one she loved.

" "But, Janet, the Duke of Monmouth is the King's son, and his Grace of Buckingham his friend; and with these two at my side, what harm could come to me?" "Should the King propose to keep thee with him, could they lie like slaves or dogs across thy threshold in the dead hours of night to keep unwelcome visitors from thy door?"

In theory, Janet was not a pianist, and she never played solos, nor accompanied songs; but in the actual practice of duet-playing her sympathetic presence of mind at difficult crises of the music caused her to be esteemed by Tom, the expert and enthusiast, as superior to all other performers in the family.

" "Nay, nay, Janet, 'twill not be summer rain that will kill me, but cold looks and threatening mien."

" Janet was her old nurse, who seemed to think the main part of her duty was to check Mona's enthusiasm.

He was wounded, too, and wanted sympathy, of which Janet was an exhaustless fountain.

Miss Janet was extremely prettya fair beauty with brilliant red lips and large blue eyes, and ever so many pretty dimples when she talked and smiled.

why, actually, Janet was a stranger, he didn't know Janet any more!

Janet was well-nigh distraught at this awful cloud of anger that was about to break forth in the thunder of his tongue and stroke of sword.

12 Metaphors for  janet