"Diable," said Monte Cristo compassionately, "it is a hard blow for a
third-rate fortune."
There was something strangely incongruous in this Oriental figure framed in the commonplace door-way of a
third-rate suburban dwelling-house.
In poor Maggie's highly-strung, hungry nature,--just come away from a
third-rate schoolroom, with all its jarring sounds and petty round of tasks,--these apparently trivial causes had the effect of rousing and exalting her imagination in a way that was mysterious to herself.
Poor humanity was satisfied with second-rate and
third-rate accommodation.
He trampled over all the young bucks of his father's circle, and was the hero among those
third-rate men.
"Well, on the 29th of August he sold his colored coachman--said he didn't need a coachman for a sulky-- wouldn't be room enough for two in it anyway--and, besides, it wasn't every day that Providence sent a man a fool who was willing to pay nine hundred dollars for such a
third-rate negro as that--been wanting to get rid of the creature for years, but didn't like to THROW him away.
"Supposing you're never anything more than
third-rate, do you think it will have been worth while to give up everything?
The reading world is very susceptible of such-lunacies, and all that can be said is that at a given time it was time for criticism to go mad over a poet who was neither better nor worse than many another
third-rate poet apotheosized before and since.
I wasn't shoutin' things out to anybody, but I just made myself into a committee of welcome; an', when the train pulled in, there I was, extendin' the glad hand of the burg--likewise the glad hand of a guy you used to know in Oakland once, a
third-rate dub prizefighter by the name of--lemme see--yep, I got it right--Big Bill Roberts was the name he used to sport, but now he's known as William Roberts, E.
"Surely," answered Allan readily; for he was no
third-rate songster that must be asked again and again, but said "yes" or "no" at the first bidding; so, taking up his harp, he ran his fingers lightly over the sweetly sounding strings, and all was hushed about the cloth.
It was a tawdry affair, all Cupids and cornucopias, like a
third-rate wedding-cake.
The young lady, however, is also very intimate with some
third-rate Italians, with whom she rackets about in a way that makes much talk.