Then there were two letters which had to be laid side by side and compared before she could make out the truth of their story, and even when she knew the facts she could not decide what to make of them; and finally she had to reflect upon a great many pages from a cousin who found himself in financial difficulties, which forced him to the
uncongenial occupation of teaching the young ladies of Bungay to play upon the violin.
It was as if a new birth, with stronger assimilations than the first, had converted the forest-land, still so
uncongenial to every other pilgrim and wanderer, into Hester Prynne's wild and dreary, but life-long home.
It must have been most irksome to find herself bound by a hard-wrung pledge to stand in the stead of a parent to a strange child she could not love, and to see an
uncongenial alien permanently intruded on her own family group.
I married early, and was happy to find in my wife a disposition not
uncongenial with my own.
All this she had said, and with the earnestness of sincerity; yet this was not enough, for he immediately denied there being anything
uncongenial in their characters, or anything unfriendly in their situations; and positively declared, that he would still love, and still hope!
If he could have dictated all the conditions, he would have chosen the evenings when Newland was out; not because the young man was
uncongenial to him (the two got on capitally at their club) but because the old anecdotist sometimes felt, on Newland's part, a tendency to weigh his evidence that the ladies of the family never showed.
And, far from saving anything by Annabella's inheritance of her pin-money, he had a positive loss to put up with, in the shape of some hundreds extracted yearly from his income, as alimony to his
uncongenial wife.
Having made one or two tentative remarks to the nearest miner, and receiving only short, gruff replies, the traveller resigned himself to
uncongenial silence, staring moodily out of the window at the fading landscape.
For the companion who is merely
uncongenial in the mediaeval world becomes exasperating in the classical.
The position of uncertainty, of indecision, was still the same as at home--worse, in fact, since it was impossible to take any step, impossible to see Vronsky, and she had to remain here among outsiders, in company so
uncongenial to her present mood.
Modern life stretched out its steam feeler to this point three or four times a day, touched the native existences, and quickly withdrew its feeler again, as if what it touched had been
uncongenial.
Brought from all the recesses of the coast in all the legality of time contracts, lost in
uncongenial sur- roundings, fed on unfamiliar food, they sickened, be- came inefficient, and were then allowed to crawl away and rest.