He called out to a passing traveler for help, but instead of holding out a helping hand
, the man stood by unconcernedly, and scolded the boy for his imprudence.
I went to my room and reread Joseph Alexeevich's letters and recalled my conversations with him, and deduced from it all that I ought not to refuse a suppliant, and ought to reach a helping hand
to everyone- especially to one so closely bound to me- and that I must bear my cross.
To show how unripe I was for John Barleycorn, when, at this time, I descended into my slough of despond, I never dreamed of turning to John Barleycorn for a helping hand
Haven't you been in bitter distress once when a helping hand
was held out to you?
So when it began to be noticed that he walked beside Mimi Watford and seemed to desire her society, all their friends endeavoured to give the promising affair a helping hand
It was not until another day had passed that I sufficiently recovered my composure to see poverty staring me in the face, and to understand that I had really no alternative but to ask the good-natured artist to lend me a helping hand
If I lend him a helping hand
, the only difference is, that he may, upon the whole, possibly drink a few gallons, or puncheons, or hogsheads, less in this life than he otherwise would.
A well-disposed boy comes in my way who may be even a little wanting in such advantages for getting on in life, but is honest and industrious and requires a helping hand
and deserves it.
he had never been one of those poor-spirited sneaks who would refuse to give a helping hand
to a fellow-traveller in this puzzling world.
Her momentary weakness past, the child again summoned the resolution which had until now sustained her, and, endeavouring to keep steadily in her view the one idea that they were flying from disgrace and crime, and that her grandfather's preservation must depend solely on her firmness, unaided by one word of advice or any helping hand
, urged him onward and looked back no more.
Sancho, on his part, gave a helping hand
to release Gines de Pasamonte, who was the first to leap forth upon the plain free and unfettered, and who, attacking the prostrate commissary, took from him his sword and the musket, with which, aiming at one and levelling at another, he, without ever discharging it, drove every one of the guards off the field, for they took to flight, as well to escape Pasamonte's musket, as the showers of stones the now released galley slaves were raining upon them.
What for five years he had been wanting -- a faithful servant, a friend, a helping hand
-- seemed to have fallen from Heaven just when he expected it the least.