His manner was impressive enough, if his English was
childishly imperfect when compared with the fluency of Mr.
Vera was a handsome girl of twenty; Sonya a girl of sixteen with all the charm of an opening flower; Natasha, half grown up and half child, was now
childishly amusing, now girlishly enchanting.
"My sweet, my little one!" said Anna, and she cried as weakly and
childishly as he.
He was
childishly gratified to discover her appetite, and to see the relish with which she ate the food which he had procured for her.
I did but play this little jest with hope to surprise you into some display of your art, as not doubting you would blast the guards with occult fires, consuming them to ashes on the spot, a marvel much beyond mine own ability, yet one which I have long been
childishly curious to see."
No: he feared to " wear out his welcome," he said: they had "seen enough of him for one while": and, when at last the day for the expedition arrived, he was so
childishly nervous and uneasy that I thought it best so to arrange our plans that we should go separately to the house--my intention being to arrive some time after him, so as to give him time to get over a meeting.
He let his hand fall, and for the first time in her life Mary saw old Peter Featherstone begin to cry
childishly. She said, in as gentle a tone as she could command, "Pray put up your money, sir;" and then went away to her seat by the fire, hoping this would help to convince him that it was useless to say more.
When I had finished reading it I met her glowing, questioning, and
childishly impatient eyes fixed upon me.
How
childishly they jostle against one another and turn to snarl and scratch!
May was enchanted at the idea of going to the country, and
childishly amused at the vain efforts of the eight bridesmaids to discover where their mysterious retreat was situated.
Disarmed by this glimpse of a woman's nature in the spoilt child, though for an instant disposed to resent it as seeming to involve the enforced infliction of himself upon her, Edwin Drood stands watching her as she
childishly cries and sobs, with both hands to the handkerchief at her eyes, and then--she becoming more composed, and indeed beginning in her young inconstancy to laugh at herself for having been so moved--leads her to a seat hard by, under the elm-trees.
It implied that what was to be done was necessarily evil, and it caused her to say in a whisper, 'O Father!' and to shrink
childishly, in her spoilt way, a little closer to him.