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Robbins' action, though strictly in accordance with the instructions given to him on the supposition that the French would be found in occupation of territory in Tasmania, was, in the circumstances, tactless to the point of rudeness, though it caused less indignation than amusement among them.
"You must take it from me that I've never thought of you but as beautiful, wonderful and good. Which is all, I think, that you can possibly ask." Charlotte held her a moment longer: she needed not then to have appeared only tactless the last word. "It's much more, my dear, than I dreamed of asking. I only wanted your denial." "Well then, you have it." "Upon your honour?" "Upon my honour:"
He was incompetent, and he knew it, but Kettle had been tactless enough to tell him so; and, moreover, Kettle had thrown out the national gibe about Waterloo, which no Belgian can ever forgive. Commandant Balliot gritted his teeth, and rubbed at his scrubby beard, and melodramatically vowed revenge.
The Gregorics Family Many years before our story begins, there lived in Besztercebánya a man of the name of Pál Gregorics, who was always called a tactless man, whereas all his life was spent in trying to please others. Pál Gregorics was always chasing Popularity, and instead of finding it came face to face with Criticism, a much less pleasing figure.
However, he would seek out a model for the latter; but if in the end he could not find a better, he should not want that of the importunate and tactless Prior. This thing moved the Duke wondrously to laughter, and he said that Leonardo had a thousand reasons on his side.
"Tactless," he said. "Ah, the pity of it, when 'fools rush in where angels fear to tread!" "People scream with laughter, when the duchess tells it," said Lady Ingleby; "but then she imitates the unctuous person so exactly; and she does not mention the tears. I have them from an eye-witness.
"I hear you are going to farm the whole of Los Muertos this season," remarked Annixter, with a certain note of challenge in his voice. "We are thinking of it," replied Magnus. Annixter grunted scornfully. "Did you get the message I sent you by Presley?" he began. Tactless, blunt, and direct, Annixter was quite capable of calling even Magnus a fool to his face.
"For mercy's sake, do not speak of such things." "I beg your pardon, Miss Fleming," said Ross, gently. "It was very tactless in me." "And I, Miss Fleming," said Foster, with a bow, "was led away by professional enthusiasm. Please accept my apology, too. Still, lieutenant, I must say that I would like the chance." "Sorry, Mr. Foster," answered Ross, coldly.
Anita Flagg laughed unkindly and her beautiful shoulders shivered as though she were cold. "Not a bit like it, Deptford," she said. "Good-night." "Anita!" she exclaimed. "You crying! What in Heaven's name can make you cry?" It was not a kind speech, nor did Miss Flagg receive it kindly. She turned upon the tactless intruder.
Someone in some seemingly petty difficulties, writes asking him to sue his influence on his behalf; and he replies with a dissertation on death, and what good may lie in it, and the folly of fearing it. Cold comfort for his correspondent; a tactless, strained, theatrical thing to do, we may call it.
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