Rodney


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Rodney

(ˈrɒdnɪ)
n
(Biography) George Brydges, 1st Baron Rodney. 1719–92, English admiral: captured Martinique (1762): defeated the Spanish at Cape St Vincent (1780) and the French under Admiral de Grasse off Dominica (1782), restoring British superiority in the Caribbean
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William Rodney, upon the Elizabethan use of metaphor.
Katharine Hilbery is coming, by the way, so William Rodney told me.
They say she's going to marry that queer creature Rodney.
Rodney, who suddenly strode up to the table, and began very rapidly in high-strained tones:
Rodney managed to turn over two sheets instead of one, to choose the wrong sentence where two were written together, and to discover his own handwriting suddenly illegible.
Rodney acknowledged this with a wild glance round him, and, instead of waiting to answer questions, he jumped up, thrust himself through the seated bodies into the corner where Katharine was sitting, and exclaimed, very audibly:
William Rodney listened with a curious lifting of his upper lip, although his face was still quivering slightly with emotion.
That was a very interesting paper," Mary began, without any shyness, seating herself on the floor opposite to Rodney and Katharine.
Rodney inquired, after a moment's attention, with a distinct brightening of expression.
If I were you, Rodney, I should be very pleased with myself.
Rodney completely, and he began to bethink him of all the passages in his paper which deserved to be called "suggestive.
This view of Marner's personality was not without another ground than his pale face and unexampled eyes; for Jem Rodney, the mole-catcher, averred that one evening as he was returning homeward, he saw Silas Marner leaning against a stile with a heavy bag on his back, instead of resting the bag on the stile as a man in his senses would have done; and that, on coming up to him, he saw that Marner's eyes were set like a dead man's, and he spoke to him, and shook him, and his limbs were stiff, and his hands clutched the bag as if they'd been made of iron; but just as he had made up his mind that the weaver was dead, he came all right again, like, as you might say, in the winking of an eye, and said "Good-night", and walked off.