much-hated

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Warner smiled as he noted this act, and then his face grew stern again as he drew rein before the much-hated Yorker. "Master Munro," he said, without parley, "it has been brought to my attention that, upon your late evening visit to Captain Remember Baker, you carried away from his house a certain weapon which Captain Baker highly prizes.

W. Bert (Walter Bertram) Foster - With Ethan Allen at Ticonderoga

A large gondola soon came alongside, in which was seated David Sproat, the much-hated British Commissary of Naval Prisoners. He was an American refugee, universally detested for the insolence of his manners, and the cruelty of his conduct.

Danske Dandridge - American Prisoners of the Revolution

She could have laughed aloud but that her throat was so dry, her tongue so parched; but her scornful triumph was expressed in every feature, as her fancy showed her Marcus riding along the Canopic street with that little heathen hussy Dada, the singing girl, while her much-hated daughter-in-law looked after them, beating her forehead in grief and rage.

Georg Ebers - Complete Project Gutenberg Georg Ebers Works

I, the much-hated man, may be dismissed the service at any moment. I may be driven from my house to-day, as soon as to-morrow? And my wife, she'll probably be seen on the road from behind? There's only one thing I can't part with, but I can take that with me. Then, he turned to the Nazarene, held the tray with the remains of the fruit towards Him: "Take some, dear Master!"

Peter Rosegger - I.N.R.I.: A prisoner's Story of the Cross

It would seem that one who could so soften the heart and manners of Philip II. as did Queen Isabella, must have had a charm of person and character that no ordinary mortal could resist. One is compelled to a kindly feeling for this much-hated man, who daily visited the Queen when she was suffering from smallpox.

Clara Erskine Clement Waters - Women in the fine arts, from the Seventh Century B.C. to the Twentieth Century A.D.

She could have laughed aloud but that her throat was so dry, her tongue so parched; but her scornful triumph was expressed in every feature, as her fancy showed her Marcus riding along the Canopic street with that little heathen hussy Dada, the singing girl, while her much-hated daughter-in-law looked after them, beating her forehead in grief and rage.

Georg Ebers - Serapis — Volume 04