They are distrustful of anchorites, and do not believe that we come with gifts.
Animal and man come unto me, the anchorite. But bid thy companion eat and drink also, he is wearier than thou." Zarathustra answered: "My companion is dead; I shall hardly be able to persuade him to eat." "That doth not concern me," said the old man sullenly; "he that knocketh at my door must take what I offer him.
``And I pray you, good Christian brother,'' replied the anchorite, ``to disturb me no more.
The anchorite, not caring again to expose his door to a similar shock, now called out aloud,
Bounderby's retreat, where, notwithstanding her anchorite
turn of mind based upon her becoming consciousness of her altered station, she resigned herself with noble fortitude to lodging, as one may say, in clover, and feeding on the fat of the land.
It was one anchorite
's pride to lie naked in the mud and let the insects bite him and blister him unmolested; it was another's to lean against a rock, all day long, conspicuous to the admiration of the throng of pilgrims and pray; it was another's to go naked and crawl around on all fours; it was another's to drag about with him, year in and year out, eighty pounds of iron; it was another's to never lie down when he slept, but to stand among the thorn-bushes and snore when there were pilgrims around to look; a woman, who had the white hair of age, and no other apparel, was black from crown to heel with forty-seven years of holy abstinence from water.
I have a little brass bed in a dressing-room, and a little hair mattress like an anchorite
. I am an anchorite
It was an anchorite
's bony head fitted with a Capuchin's beard and adjusted to a herculean body.
"I am but a poor anchorite
, a curtall friar," said the other, whistling to his pack, "by name Friar Tuck of Fountain's Dale.
My coffee was excellent; I told him so, and expressed the shuddering pity with which his anchorite
fare inspired me.
"You surprise me, Baisemeaux; just look at you, acting the anchorite
. I should like to show you your face in a glass, and you would see how plump and florid-looking you are, as fat and round as a cheese, with eyes like lighted coals; and if it were not for that ugly wrinkle you try to cultivate on your forehead, you would hardly look fifty years old, and you are sixty, if I am not mistaken."
As if in review, her anchorite
existence passed before her: six days of the week spent in the office and in journeying back and forth on the ferry; the hours stolen before bedtime for snatches of song at the piano, for doing her own special laundering, for sewing and mending and casting up of meagre accounts; the two evenings a week of social diversion she permitted herself; the other stolen hours and Saturday afternoons spent with her brother at the hospital; and the seventh day, Sunday, her day of solace, on Mab's back, out among the blessed hills.