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Updated: May 4, 2025
Dickens is going to Paris for the winter, and Mrs. Dear Mr. Kenyon calls me 'crotchety, but Robert 'an incarnation of the good and the true, so that I have everything to thank him for.
The mission, the project, was not mine; but when I found my comrade had the means, which had hitherto evaded me, of reaching Gindarics, I threw no obstacles in his crotchety course.
However, be this as it may, no one at least realized more fully than I how lovable was his nature, with all his angularities—how simple and courageous, how manly and noble. His shyness, his apparent coldness, his crotchety obstinacy, repelled people, and consequently those who at any time during his life really understood him must have been very few.
The Professor had appointed to call expressly to renew it. "A fine scholar," said the Rev. Doctor, "but crotchety, like all men who cannot stand their Port." "I hear that he had a cold," Vernon remarked. "I hope the wine was good, sir."
I understand he thinks it right on account of his character being called in question here; though, of course, no one in his senses could have had any doubt how that would turn out," said Mr Proctor, forgetting that he himself had been very doubtful about the Curate. "From what I hear, they are all very crotchety," he continued, and finished his breakfast calmly, as if that settled the question.
Lord Dungory and Lady Jane exchanged smiles; and poor crotchety Mr. Adair leaned forward his large, bald brow, obscured by many obscure ideals. After a pause he continued: 'But I was speaking of Flanders.
"There's no use trying to do anything with her. We've tried and tried and tried, but she just will have her way. She doesn't seem to understand that we've grown up Mildred and I. She still wants to boss us just as she did when we were children. And she grows more crotchety and more exacting every day."
It seems so cruel to leave him. And yet " "Oh the maids will take good care of him!" consoled the Master. "They spoil him, whenever they get a chance. And we'll be back before five o'clock. We can't be forever looking out for his crotchety feelings." "We won't be 'forever' doing that," prophesied the Mistress, unhappily. Left alone the old dog paced slowly back to his cave. The day was hot.
The ring he wears labels him well enough. There is stuff in the little man, or he wouldn't stick so manfully by this crooked, crotchety old town. Give him a chance. You will drop the Sculpin, won't you? I said to the young fellow. Drop him? he answered, I ha'n't took him up yet. No, no, the term, I said, the term. Don't call him so any more, if you please. Call him Little Boston, if you like.
"That will do," she breaks in. "We have discussed all this before. And I've no doubt you think me simply a disagreeable, crotchety old person. Has it ever occurred to you, however, that you may have failed to get my point of view? Can you not conceive then that it might be somewhat humiliating to me to know that my maids suppress a smile as they announce Mr. Torchy?
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