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"My son, my son!" repeated the Mayor, with a sort of tender exclamation. "Oh, I had forgotten, you wish to see Frederick." "Yes, Frederick," said the boy.
This realization of the preciousness of children in adversity paved the way for the reception of one who was to come to them from under the shadow of a family cloud, a certain mysterious personage of tender years, Lewis Leighton, by name.
'tis unkind thus to grieve me," she said with tender reproach as she felt the hot tears gather in her eyes. "You know as I do that I am not my own mistress yet."
"Several times, when he could, he sent me money for my savings-bank account," she finished simply, her sweet old voice low and tender with the memories of the years that were gone. "John and I were always very fond of each other. He was a good man, Brian." Brian Kent sat like a man stricken dumb.
A vision of comfort and gladness, that tropical March morning, genial as a July dawn in my own less ardent clime; but the memory of two round, tender arms, and two little dimpled hands, that so lately had made themselves loving fetters round my neck, in the vain hope of holding mamma fast, blinded my outlook; and as, with a nervous tremor and a rude jerk, we came to anchor there, so with a shock and a tremor I came to my hard realities.
It pertains to woman, and denotes a soft, tender, and delicate nature. Effeminate means destitute of manly qualities. A woman truly feminine is thus described: "No coarseness was mingled with her plainness of speech; no boisterousness with her zeal. Her feelings, her sensibilities, her tastes were all characterized by a gentleness and delicacy seldom surpassed.
To prevent this kind of sore feet one is almost obliged to put socks on the dogs. With the kind of foot-trouble our dogs experienced it is not necessary to take any such precautions. As a result of the long sea voyage their feet had become unusually tender and could not stand much.
Here Alice put out one of her dear mother's looks, too tender to be called upbraiding.
As he bent down closer to the grave and tender lips, he was suddenly, unaccountably frightened and ashamed. His hand dropped, sought for her small limp hand. His lips shifted from their course and went lower, just brushing her fingers. "I beg your pardon," he said confusedly. He was painfully embarrassed, stammered, "I I wanted to thank you. Good-bye..."
I always thought of getting to that place again if I changed at all, and now I am there." "How did you manage to become white, Diggory?" Thomasin asked. "I turned so by degrees, ma'am." "You look much better than ever you did before." Venn appeared confused; and Thomasin, seeing how inadvertently she had spoken to a man who might possibly have tender feelings for her still, blushed a little.
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