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Updated: June 9, 2025
Who, then, was this queer, haggard-looking country boy, who could not wait for Thomson's 'Seasons' till after breakfast, but was hovering about the shop like a thief? The good bookseller questioned him a little, but did not gain much satisfactory information.
Individual furtively works off the best one, and picks it up, while his eyes are bent on his work, as if she had only dropped it, and hands it to him. He takes it, turns it over, pulls it, knocks it, with an evident intention of understanding the subject thoroughly. "Rather a haggard-looking boot," he remarks, after his close survey. "Yes, but " "Other a'n't so bad, I suppose?"
But one candle, held in the fingers of a scared and haggard-looking child, was burning in the room, and that so dim that all was twilight or darkness except within its immediate influence. The general obscurity, however, served to throw into prominent and startling relief the death-bed and its occupant.
Yes, I think it is, too. I don't know any other place where there are all these high houses, all these haggard-looking wine shops, all these billiard tables, all these stocking-makers with flat red or yellow legs of wood for signboard, all these fuel shops with stacks of billets painted outside, and real billets sawing in the gutter, all these dirty corners of streets, all these cabinet pictures over dark doorways representing discreet matrons nursing babies.
They are a used-up lot of men." So they were, the five who now came walking slowly along from somewhere or other on the coast upon which the disastrous storm had blown. "Captain Kemp and the crew of his life-boat," thought Ned, but he obeyed the señor at first, and was silent until the haggard-looking party arrived and came to a halt in front of him.
"Whereafter falling headlong to the floor, I lost consciousness." Kalinin's small face had become painfully contracted, and grown old and haggard-looking. Rolling over on to his breast before the languishing fire, he waved a hand to dissipate the smoke which was lazily drifting slant-wise. "For seventeen days did I remain stretched on a sick-bed, and was attended by the doctor in person.
One day a tall, haggard-looking man, dressed in gray, with a very sombre expression of countenance, called upon Mozart, bringing with him an anonymous letter. This letter contained an inquiry as to the sum for which he would write a mass for the dead, and in how short a time this could be completed. Mozart consulted his wife, and the sum of fifty ducats was mentioned.
It was no use trying to sleep any longer, so, with a weary sigh, he arose and went to his tub, feeling jaded and worn out by worry and want of sleep. His bath did him some good. The cold water brightened him up and pulled him together. Still he could not help giving a start of surprise when he saw his face reflected in the mirror, old and haggard-looking, with dark circles round the eyes.
He had an idea in his mind of something he could do to help the over-oppressed English working man and that was the reason why he had consented to receive the deputation. The spokesman of the deputation was a gaunt and haggard-looking man. The dirt seemed ingrained in him in his hands, his eyebrows, his temples, under his hair, up to his very eyes.
After breakfast I ordered a coach, and drove to No. 16, Throgmorton Court, Minories. The house was dirty outside, and the windows had not been cleaned apparently for years, and it was with some difficulty when I went in that I could decipher a tall, haggard-looking man seated at the desk. "Your pleasure, sir?" said he. "Am I speaking to the principal?" replied I. "Yes, sir, my name is Chatfield."
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