She believed him to be heartless, selfish, and misguided, but she knew that he was not the loud, coarse, sensual, and ignorant brawler
most of her mother's gossips supposed him to be.
The man is but a very honest knave Full of fine phrases for life's merchandise, Selling most dear what he must hold most cheap, A windy brawler
in a world of words.
and a swashbuckler upon the hillsides was I.
Rostov went on ahead to do what was asked, and to his great surprise learned that Dolokhov the brawler
, Dolokhov the bully, lived in Moscow with an old mother and a hunchback sister, and was the most affectionate of sons and brothers.
Observing this, and that the young gentleman was nearly of his own age and had in nothing the appearance of an habitual brawler
, Nicholas, impelled by such feelings as will influence young men sometimes, felt a very strong disposition to side with the weaker party, and so thrust himself at once into the centre of the group, and in a more emphatic tone, perhaps, than circumstances might seem to warrant, demanded what all that noise was about.
Long before he finished, the last wheels had rattled, the last brawler
was removed, we alone broke the quiet of the summer night.
Any drunken brawler
trying to make his way into the house, would have alarmed a quiet soul like her.
This jail was a Noah's ark of the city's crime--there were murderers, "hold-up men" and burglars, embezzlers, counterfeiters and forgers, bigamists, "shoplifters," "confidence men," petty thieves and pickpockets, gamblers and procurers, brawlers
, beggars, tramps and drunkards; they were black and white, old and young, Americans and natives of every nation under the sun.
I tried to imagine what would happen when the master should discover that it was I who had been fighting him; and what would happen if they jailed us together in the general apartment for brawlers
and petty law-breakers, as was the custom; and what might --
And could you count on fifty resolute men, good, unemployed, but active souls, brawlers
, capable of bringing down the walls of the Palais Royal by crying, `Down with Mazarin,' as fell those at Jericho?
How is it, Planchet, that an intelligent man like you should take any heed of a set of brawlers
who call themselves Rumps and Barebones.
Bertrade crossed the room and leaned against a massive oak table, blackened by age and hard usage to the color of the beams above, dented and nicked by the pounding of huge drinking horns and heavy swords when wild and lusty brawlers
had been moved to applause by the lay of some wandering minstrel, or the sterner call of their mighty chieftains for the oath of fealty.