Jemima Puddle-duck was rather surprised to find such a vast quantity of feathers.
Jemima was rather in awe of the collie; she told him the whole story.
After rather carelessly inspecting the ruin I resumed my sport, and having fairly good success prolonged it until near sunset, when it occurred to me that I was a long way from any human habitation--too far to reach one by nightfall.
The room, rather sparely furnished, and lighted by a single window with small diamond-shaped panes, had but two occupants; a man and a woman.
The other Americans (beside the madman) are two girls, about my own age, one of whom is
rather nice.
I'd
rather not have, but he gave me no peace till I said I would, if I got a good chance.
He was
rather surprised, then, when his uncle put a direct question to him.
March gently nodded her head and asked,
rather abruptly, if he wouldn't like to have something to eat.
Hilbery sat editing his review, or placing together documents by means of which it could be proved that Shelley had written "of" instead of "and," or that the inn in which Byron had slept was called the "Nag's Head" and not the "Turkish Knight," or that the Christian name of Keats's uncle had been John
rather than Richard, for he knew more minute details about these poets than any man in England, probably, and was preparing an edition of Shelley which scrupulously observed the poet's system of punctuation.
This dread made her forgetful of what must be Peter's feelings, and she said to him
rather sharply, "Peter, will you make the necessary arrangements?"
It is proper
rather to Comedy, where those who, in the piece, are the deadliest enemies like Orestes and Aegisthus--quit the stage as friends at the close, and no one slays or is slain.
But while I am alive and have desires I would
rather my hand were withered off than bring one brick to such a building!
His speech had usually something of a snarl in it, and his broad-shouldered aspect something of the bull-dog expression--"Don't you meddle with me, and I won't meddle with you." But he was honest even to the splitting of an oat-grain
rather than he would take beyond his acknowledged share, and as "close-fisted" with his master's property as if it had been his own--throwing very small handfuls of damaged barley to the chickens, because a large handful affected his imagination painfully with a sense of profusion.
He was a stoutish, fair man, in his shirt-sleeves; his movements were resolute, his mouth firm and his tones final; but his round,
rather babyish blue eyes had a bewildered and even wistful look that
rather contradicted all this.
It was
rather as if the earth had opened and swallowed him into a sort of underworld of dreams.
