She knew that he loved her--a frank, blustering
fellow without guile enough to conceal his feelings, and no desire to do so.
But there are plenty of people who go blustering
about, declaring that two of our Cabinet Ministers ought to be hung, who'd turn round and give you the life if you hinted for a moment that the same sort of thing in a far worse degree was going on amongst men who are wearing the King's uniform.
, burly, selfish King Henry loved the gentle witty lawyer, and again and again made use of his wits.
No doubt Henry would pardon her outburst, and go on blustering
and muddling into a ripe old age.
It was a raw, blustering
day, snow on the ground and a look in the sky of more to follow.
One of the muleteers in attendance, who could not have had much good nature in him, hearing the poor prostrate man blustering
in this style, was unable to refrain from giving him an answer on his ribs; and coming up to him he seized his lance, and having broken it in pieces, with one of them he began so to belabour our Don Quixote that, notwithstanding and in spite of his armour, he milled him like a measure of wheat.
Tell him that our conversation at the inn of the Red Dovecot was overheard by these four men; tell him that after his departure one of them came up to me and took from me by violence the safe-conduct which he had given me; tell him they warned Lord de Winter of my journey to England; that this time they nearly foiled my mission as they foiled the affair of the studs; tell him that among these four men two only are to be feared--D'Artagnan and Athos; tell him that the third, Aramis, is the lover of Madame de Chevreuse--he may be left alone, we know his secret, and it may be useful; as to the fourth, Porthos, he is a fool, a simpleton, a blustering
booby, not worth troubling himself about.
One wintry, blustering
, dark night in July, as I stood sleepily out of the rain under the break of the poop something resembling an ostrich dashed up the gangway.
It was five and a half o'clock now, and a raw, blustering
His humiliation is an object lesson in what happens to lying, blustering
, post-factual presidents: They lose the credibility they need to get things done.
But he provides no assurances himself that he is doing anything except blustering
that it will be all right on the night.
Nicola Clarke INSTEAD of all this political blustering
can't the First Minister, the Health Minister and the Chief Medical Officer for Wales just give us the actual facts and figures?