But I think you will be as much surprised as I was when I tell you that the description given by the people at Aldborough of Miss Bygrave's appearance is most startlingly
and unaccountably like the description of Magdalen's appearance.
In fact, there was a certain curious Puritanism about her, a Puritanism which found a startlingly
incongruous and almost laughable expression in the Scripture almanac which hung on the wall at the end of her bed, and the Bible, and two or three Sunday-school stories which, with a copy of "Jane Eyre," were the only books that lay upon the circular mahogany table.
He was a tall, fine animal, elderly, but with hair still startlingly
But the quietude of the air was startlingly
tense and unsafe, like a slender hair holding a sword suspended over his head.
Razumov's record, like the open book of fate, revives for me the memory of that day as something startlingly
pitiless in its freedom from all forebodings.
The only gleam perhaps that one could find on her was that of her teeth, which one used to get between her dull lips unexpectedly, startlingly
, and a little inexplicably, because it was never associated with a smile.
The frescoes on the walls were startlingly
suited to the place.
Never was the old conventional maxim, that Nature cannot err, more flatly contradicted--never was the fair promise of a lovely figure more strangely and startlingly
belied by the face and head that crowned it.
His silence in itself had nothing startlingly
unusual in this household, hidden in the shades of the sordid street seldom touched by the sun, behind the dim shop with its wares of disreputable rubbish.
Only the silence of the boat was at intervals startlingly
pierced by one of his peculiar whispers, now harsh with command, now soft with entreaty.
Now and then he wondered vaguely about his boy and asked himself what he should feel when he went and stood by the carved four-posted bed again and looked down at the sharply chiseled ivory-white face while it slept and, the black lashes rimmed so startlingly
the close-shut eyes.
I hope so, but I fear, for all that followed was startlingly
real, so real that now sitting here in the broad, full sunlight of the morning, I cannot in the least believe that it was all sleep.