Turning, Maggie contemplated the dark, dust-stained walls, and the
scant and crude furniture of her home.
Then all is blank; and afterward the rains beat against the grimy window-panes, or the snows fall upon my
scant attire, the wheels rattle in the squalid streets where my life lies in poverty and mean employment.
Sometimes, especially at the beginning, the record is very
scant. As a rule, there is not more than one short sentence for a year, sometimes not even that, but merely a date.
She could not well refrain from comparing the scant protection afforded her by Clayton with what she might have expected had Tarzan of the Apes been for a single instant confronted by the sinister and menacing attitude of Monsieur Thuran.
A scant five miles north of their rude shelter, all unknown to them, and practically as remote as though separated by thousands of miles of impenetrable jungle, lay the snug little cabin of Tarzan of the Apes.
"Once again these old eyes have seen this fair haven," the Ancient Mariner, beside them gazing, babbled; and Daughtry could not help but notice the way the wheat-farmer and the pawnbroker pricked their ears to listen and glanced each to the other with
scant eyes.
The scene had a greatness that made it a different affair from my own
scant home, and there immediately appeared at the door, with a little girl in her hand, a civil person who dropped me as decent a curtsy as if I had been the mistress or a distinguished visitor.
What is the archbishop of Savesoul's income of 100,000 pounds seized from the
scant bread and cheese of hundreds of thousands of broken-backed laborers (all sure of heaven without any of Savesoul's help) what is that globular 100,000 but a Fast-Fish?
He fancied that she nodded her comprehension; and with that
scant solace he had to trudge off through the rain.
A goodly sight it is to see the grand old housekeeper (harder of hearing now) going to church on the arm of her son and to observe-- which few do, for the house is
scant of company in these times--the relations of both towards Sir Leicester, and his towards them.
Then she recalled the thin, terribly thin figure of Petrov, with his long neck, in his brown coat, his
scant, curly hair, his questioning blue eyes that were so terrible to Kitty at first, and his painful attempts to seem hearty and lively in her presence.
He made a long story of it; but the part that had immediate interest for me was this: He said I was Sir Kay's prisoner, and that in the due course of custom I would be flung into a dungeon and left there on
scant commons until my friends ransomed me -- unless I chanced to rot, first.