Irby put in a stiff good-by, and as he withdrew, Hilary echoed only the same threadbare word more brightly, and was gone; saying to himself as he looked back from the garden's outmost bound: "She's cold; that's what's the matter with Anna; cold and cruel!" Tedious was the month of March.
In general, what is more tedious than dedications or panegyrics addressed to grandees?
The years would be as tedious as hell; but nothing that ends can be other than brief.
" Nothing is more tedious than publick records, when they relate to affairs which, by distance of time or place, lose their power to interest the reader.