Yet as Cresacre More, More's great-grandson, speaking of his great-grandfather's writing, says, he "seasoned always the troublesomeness of the matter with some merry jests or pleasant tales, as it were sugar, whereby we drink up the more
willingly these wholesome drugs .
It sounded dull--it sounded strange; and all the more
so because of his main condition.
It grati- fied all the vicious vanity that was in him; and so, instead of winning him, it only "set him up" the more
and made him the more
diligent to avoid betraying that he knew she was about.
In his tall stalwartness Adam Bede was a Saxon, and justified his name; but the jet-black hair, made the more
noticeable by its contrast with the light paper cap, and the keen glance of the dark eyes that shone from under strongly marked, prominent and mobile eyebrows, indicated a mixture of Celtic blood.
It was at this time we heard each other's stories, which was the more
important to me, as I gained some knowledge of that wild Highland country on which I was so soon to land.
you value your number one, the more
careful you must be of mine; so we come at last to what I told you at first--that a regard for number one holds us all together, and must do so, unless we would all go to pieces in company.
Winthrop was one of these: she was in all respects a woman of scrupulous conscience, so eager for duties that life seemed to offer them too scantily unless she rose at half-past four, though this threw a scarcity of work over the more
advanced hours of the morning, which it was a constant problem with her to remove.
You are not my father, but some god is flattering me with vain hopes that I may grieve the more
hereafter; no mortal man could of himself contrive to do as you have been doing, and make yourself old and young at a moment's notice, unless a god were with him.
I forgot that I had crippled Jose, but remembered with my words, and wondered the more
where he was.
The board being now clear of the more
substantial articles of food, and punch, wine, and spirits being placed upon it and handed about, the guests, who had been previously conversing in little groups of three or four, gradually fell off into a dead silence, while the majority of those present glanced from time to time at Mr Snittle Timberry, and the bolder spirits did not even hesitate to strike the table with their knuckles, and plainly intimate their expectations, by uttering such encouragements as 'Now, Tim,' 'Wake up, Mr Chairman,' 'All charged, sir, and waiting for a toast,' and so forth.
Italy, like the rest of the Roman Empire, had been overrun and conquered in the fifth century by the barbarian Teutonic tribes, but the devastation had been less complete there than in the more
northern lands, and there, even more, perhaps, than in France, the bulk of the people remained Latin in blood and in character.
And Simon Ockley's History of the Saracens recounts the prodigies of individual valor, with admiration all the more
evident on the part of the narrator that he seems to think that his place in Christian Oxford requires of him some proper protestations of abhorrence.