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Lord G. I tell you what it is, my dear we've only known that fellow Plumper a month, and he has already completely captivated Elaine with his Kindergarten, and his sunflowers, and his hatred of the landed interest and Irish coercion, and love of the cloture and humanity, and Buddha and Brahma, and Zoroaster and Mahomet, and all the rest of them.
Jacqueline came out of it physically stronger, plumper, and rejuvenated, but morally she was more ill than ever. Her months of isolation had broken the last ties of thought which bound her to Olivier.
What with the animals to play with and John's tumbling, the Prince was continually in gales of laughter, and every day he grew plumper and more rosy. Sometimes it was Brutus who amused him; often the cat and kittens, his first friends. The raven became a great favorite after his introduction to the Prince, which happened in this wise.
Seeing the sceptical look of the shopkeeper, he took a gold coin from his purse, and, putting it on the table, said, "Sporus, I toiled to-day with Seneca from dawn till midday, and this is what my friend gave me at parting." The plump eyes of Sporus became plumper still at this sight, and the wine was soon before Chilo.
Against Koosje's plumper, maturer charms, she appeared to the infatuated young man like if he had ever heard of it he would probably have said like a Dresden china image; but since he had not, he compared her in his own foolish heart to an angel. Her feet were so tiny, her hands so soft, her eyes so expressive, her waist so slim, her manner so bewitching!
"Non, dit-elle, vos yeux ont fait ce coup fatal, Et c'est de leurs regards qu'est venu tout son mal." "If anything, I am a little plumper, but not too much." "Hé, mon Dieu! ma surprise est, fis-je, sans seconde; Mes yeux ont-ils du mal pour en donner au monde?" He listened to the lines with pleasure.
The Lambs had met her during one of their Cambridge visits, and finally adopted her. Burke and Hare, the Edinburgh resurrection-men. The Gypsy's Malison. Saturday, 25th of July, A.D. 1829, 11 A.M. There! a fuller, plumper, juicier date never dropped from Idumean palm. Am I in the dateive case now? If not, a fig for dates, which is more than a date is worth.
And a very pretty young woman she was to look at, with a face which had grown brighter and plumper during every day of her country sojourn. When Mrs Null had gone, promising to send Aunt Patsy something nice to eat, the old woman turned to her great-grand-daughter, and said, "Did anybody come wid her?" "Nobody comed," said the girl. "Reckon' she done git herse'f los' some o' dese days."
She crept away from the hump of bedding that was Kennicott; tiptoed into the bathroom and, by the mirror in the door of the medicine-cabinet, examined her pallid face. Wasn't she growing visibly older in ratio as Vida grew plumper and younger? Wasn't her nose sharper? Wasn't her neck granulated? She stared and choked. She was only thirty.
Very naturally, even Becky was beginning to look plumper and less frightened. She could not help it. She had her share in the secret fairy story, too. She had two mattresses, two pillows, plenty of bed-covering, and every night a hot supper and a seat on the cushions by the fire. The Bastille had melted away, the prisoners no longer existed. Two comforted children sat in the midst of delights.
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