unsensible

Updated: May 20, 2025

Darby's field-hands," answered Agnes. "I should tink dat gal wouldn't frow herseff away in dat ar way," said Sally. "She's good lookin' 'nough to git a house-servant, and not hab to put up wid a field-nigger. "Yes," said Sam, "dat's a werry unsensible remark ob yourn, Miss Sally. I admires your judgment werry much, I 'sures you.

William Wells Brown - Clotelle; or, the Colored Heroine, a tale of the Southern States; or, the President's Daughter

'She's a terror when she's put out, and that's God's truth, says the chap; and starting to drag her over to one of the bits of back bedrooms. 'It's all right, I daresay. She will keep meddling with what don't consarn her. I don't care who yer are or what yer are. If you knowed her afore, I expect ye'll think it best to clear while she's unsensible like.

Rolf Boldrewood - Robbery under Arms; a story of life and adventure in the bush and in the Australian goldfields

"Oh, sensible," groaned Judy. "I hate sensible people." "What kind of people do you like?" demanded Anne, indignantly. "Unsensible ones?" "Yes. Dashing people and lively people and funny people and and romantic people but sensible people, oh, dear," and she buried her head again in the pillow. "Judy, get up." "I'll be ready in time." "No, you won't. And breakfast is ready. Judy, get up."

Temple Bailey - Judy

Darby's field-hands," answered Agnes. "I should tink dat gal wouldn't frow herseff away in dat ar way," said Sally; "She's good lookin' 'nough to git a house-servant, and not hab to put up wid a field-nigger." "Yes," said Sam, "dat's a werry unsensible remark ob yourn, Miss Sally. I admires your judgment werry much, I 'sures you.

William Wells Brown - Clotelle: a Tale of the Southern States

'Dashed if I ever thought I'd get here, he says. 'I was that bad I nearly tumbled off the old mare miles away. She must have carried me in while I was unsensible. I don't remember nothing after we began to get down the track into the Hollow. Where is she? 'Oh! we found her near the cave, with the saddle and bridle on. 'That's all right.

Rolf Boldrewood - Robbery under Arms; a story of life and adventure in the bush and in the Australian goldfields

She is very faithful and forgiving and sweet; she would be the same, I think, if I were even a lackey. But I? I was a dolt, a little unsensible brute; I did not value such thing' then; I was too yo'ng, las' June. So I say to my cousin, 'No, I make my own choosing! 'Little fool, he answer, 'she is the one for you.

Booth Tarkington - Monsieur Beaucaire