Hareton stared up, and scratched his head like a true clown.
He may drown himself.... Ach, what a blunder!
He was shabbily dressed in a suit of greenish-black and wore what we used to call a jerry hat with a high crown.
Had the wind suddenly changed eastward, so that it blew in from the sea and over the town?
Ivan Fedorovitch would frown, shrug his shoulders, and at last give his opinion: “She needs a husband!”
FrontispieceBob Cratchit went down a slide on Cornhill, at the end of a lane of boys, twenty times, in honour of its being Christmas Eve 16Nobody under the bed; nobody in the closet; nobody in his dressing-gown, which was hanging up in a suspicious attitude against the wall 20The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste and moaning as they went 32Then old Fezziwig stood out to dance with Mrs. Fezziwig 54A flushed and boisterous group 62Laden with Christmas toys and presents 64The way he went after that plump sister in the lace tucker!
I began to doubt whether he were a servant or not: his dress and speech were both rude, entirely devoid of the superiority observable in Mr. and Mrs. Heathcliff; his thick brown curls were rough and uncultivated, his whiskers encroached bearishly over his cheeks, and his hands were embrowned like those of a common labourer: still his bearing was free, almost haughty, and he showed none of a domestic's assiduity in attending on the lady of the house.
She had worked herself into a passion and would have continued in defence of her sister for it was a sore subject with her but Mary Jane, seeing that all the dancers had come back, intervened pacifically:“Now, Aunt Kate, you’re giving scandal to Mr Browne who is of the other persuasion.”
glad, eager Then I was ware how one of them in green Had on a crowne, rich and well sitting; becoming Wherefore I deemed well she was a queen, And those in green on her were awaiting.
He got up, and sat down again, but said nothing and stared at the floor.
I say to you againe, doe not call up Any that you can not put downe … Have ye Wordes for laying at all times readie, and stopp not to be sure when there is any Doubte of Whom you have … 3 Talkes with What was therein inhum’d …” Mercy of Heaven, what is that shape behind the parting smoke?
and confidant (noun).
But Troilus’ love had higher fruits than singing: In alle needes for the towne’s werre war He was, and ay the first in armes dight, equipped, prepared And certainly, but if that bookes err, Save Hector, most y-dread* of any wight; dreaded And this increase of hardiness and might *courage Came him of love, his lady’s grace to win, That altered his spirit so within.
Woppy had been sent downtown for news.
Occasionally a so-called "lady" who has nothing whatever to do but drive uptown or down in her comfortable limousine, vents her irritability upon a saleswoman at a crowded counter in a store, because she does not leave other customers and wait immediately upon her.