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Everybody at my age has except yourself. So like a man's observation, that," continued the Colonel with much tartness. "No man ever thinks another man capable of a profound and romantic sentiment!" DARRELL. "True; I own my shallow fault, and beg you ten thousand pardons. So then you really believe, from your own experience, that there is much in Vance's theory and your own very happy illustration?
Two days later Archer had assisted at the comedy of her reinstatement in the van der Luydens' favour, and had said to himself, with a touch of tartness, that a lady who knew how to thank all-powerful elderly gentlemen to such good purpose for a bunch of flowers did not need either the private consolations or the public championship of a young man of his small compass.
Grapes mature, yet there is always a very pungent tartness, which is felt remaining in the throat when one eats them in large quantities, arising from defect of cultivation. These localities are very pleasant when cleared up.
"I don't know where I'm going or what I shall be finding, but if it's anything worth sharing I'll send some back to you all." The staff watched her down the corridor to the elevator. "Gee!" exclaimed the youngest doctor, his admiration working out to the surface. "When she's made her name I'm going to marry her." "Oh, are you?" The voice of the old doctor took on its habitual tartness.
Many who will not stand a direct reproof, and cannot abide to be plainly admonished of their fault, will yet endure to be pleasantly rubbed, and will patiently bear a jocund wipe; though they abominate all language purely bitter or sour, yet they can relish discourse having in it a pleasant tartness. You must not chide them as their master, but you may gibe with them as their companion.
Even in their irresponsibility these figures had a touch of Irish tartness and realism; but the type has been too much insisted on to the exclusion of others equally national and interesting. To one of these it is worth while to draw attention. At intervals during the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries there has appeared a peculiar kind of Irishman.
I stopped it while they were bending down looking for music. I wanted to be as sure as I could of a good excuse for me suggesting that he ought to take her home. I just wanted to get him out of the house." "But why?" asked Simon. "I must leave that to you to guess," said Mary, with a hint of tartness, but smiling. Loggerheads and Richard Morfe met in Trafalgar Road. "Good-night, Morfe."
Nor was it that the figs were moist and pulpy, or that the French plums blushed in modest tartness from their highly decorated boxes, or that everything was good to eat and in its Christmas dress; but the customers were all so hurried and so eager in the hopeful promise of the day that they tumbled up against each other at the door, crashing their wicker baskets wildly, and left their purchases upon the counter, and came running back to fetch them, and committed hundreds of the like mistakes, in the best humour possible; while the grocer and his people were so frank and fresh that the polished hearts with which they fastened their aprons behind might have been their own, worn outside for general inspection, and for Christmas daws to peck at, if they chose.
I do spy some marks of love in her. Beatrice now approached him, and said with her usual tartness: 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. Benedick, who never felt himself disposed to speak so politely to her before, replied: 'Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains': and when Beatrice, after two or three more rude speeches, left him, Benedick thought he observed a concealed meaning of kindness under the uncivil words she uttered, and he said aloud: 'If I do not take pity on her, I am a villain.
"These red Deepings are all alike," said the duke carelessly. "Oh? He's a red Deeping, is he? Who's his father?" said Lady Salkeld almost briskly. "It's a secret," said the duke with perfect truthfulness, for he did not know. Lady Salkeld looked at him, sniffed, and said with some tartness: "Well, I never expected you to be mysterious, Osterley."
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