I was lying when I said just now that I was a
spiteful official.
"Do tell me something amusing but not
spiteful," said the ambassador's wife, a great proficient in the art of that elegant conversation called by the English, small talk.
He had a vague notion that the deformity of Wakem's son had some relation to the lawyer's rascality, of which he had so often heard his father talk with hot emphasis; and he felt, too, a half-admitted fear of him as probably a
spiteful fellow, who, not being able to fight you, had cunning ways of doing you a mischief by the sly.
She was also so
spiteful that she gladly devoted all her time to carrying out all the mean or ill-natured tricks of the whole body of fairies.
"
Spiteful old cats!" was Gilbert's elegant comment.
The idea of striking down this
spiteful bully passed like lightning through the brain of the tulip-fancier.
He told her that he had been enchanted by a
spiteful fairy, who had changed him into a frog; and that he had been fated so to abide till some princess should take him out of the spring, and let him eat from her plate, and sleep upon her bed for three nights.
I like to look at you," she said, speaking with a
spiteful relish of her own cruel words.
But very soon I saw the reason of it and joined them heartily, for the monkeys, annoyed and wishing to pay us back in our own coin, began to tear the nuts from the trees and cast them at us with angry and
spiteful gestures, so that after very little labour our sacks were filled with the fruit which we could not otherwise have obtained.
Some cling to you in woebegone misery; others come back fiercely and weirdly, like ghouls bent upon sucking your strength away; others, again, have a catastrophic splendour; some are unvenerated recollections, as of
spiteful wild-cats clawing at your agonized vitals; others are severe, like a visitation; and one or two rise up draped and mysterious, with an aspect of ominous menace.
The selfishness of a mean and crafty man--the selfishness of an ambitious and silly woman the selfishness of a
spiteful and loveless child all tend one way, from bad to worse!
When he opened the ballroom door Pierre saw Natasha sitting at the window, with a thin, pale, and
spiteful face.