He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
He obliged Cinderella to sit down, and, putting the slipper to her little foot, he found it went on very easily, and fitted her as if it had been made of wax. Charles Perrault
He really ought to have expected things to have changed, but still, still, was that really his father? The same tired man as used to be laying there entombed in his bed when Gregor came back from his business trips, who would receive him sitting in the armchair in his nightgown when he came back in the evenings; who was hardly even able to stand up but, as a sign of his pleasure, would just raise his arms and who, on the couple of times a year when they went for a walk together on a Sunday or public holiday wrapped up tightly in his overcoat between Gregor and his mother, would always labour his way forward a little more slowly than them, who were already walking slowly for his sake; who would place his stick down carefully and, if he wanted to say something would invariably stop and gather his companions around him.
He replied to her with as much courtesy and respect as he had shown contempt to me, You will, of course, understand, Harker, that when a man is so loved and honoured as our host is, everything regarding him is of interest in our little community.
He replied to her with as much courtesy and respect as he had shown contempt to me, You will, of course, understand, Mrs.Harker, that when a man is so loved and honoured as our host is, everything regarding him is of interest in our little community.
He said quite calmly, Little girl, you will never forget that true hearted kindness, so long as ever you live! Then he went into the study to his friend.
He stood up with my two hands in his, and as he looked down into my face, I am afraid I was blushing very much, he said, Little girl, I hold your hand, and you've kissed me, and if these things don't make us friends nothing ever will.
He used to have a tent show, a little tent show, and I thought I was going to get a job working one year on the tent show, but he closed it down and I never got to go out there, but anyway, he had a sax and played drums. Earl Scruggs
He was a good fellow, but his rejoicing at the one little part, in which he was officially interested, of so great a tragedy, was an object-lesson in the limitations of sympathetic understanding.
He was a late riser, as a rule, and as the clock on the mantelpiece showed me that it was only a quarter-past seven, I blinked up at him in some surprise, and perhaps just a little resentment, for I was myself regular in my habits.
