As the discomfited
officer slowly walked away, he looked up to the flag, and perceived that the cord by which it was elevated to its place, led from the top of the staff, across the lawn, to an open upper window of the mansion, where sat the lady from whom he had just parted, tranquilly engaged in knitting.
But, though discomfited
and disappointed, he could still do something for his own interest and his own enjoyment.
Colbert was completely thrown out of the saddle by it, and retired, thoroughly discomfited
. Fortunately, the speech was now at an end; the king drank the wine which was presented to him, and then every one resumed the progress through the city.
"About George?" she said in a tone so discomfited
that Maria and Miss Wirt laughed at the other side of the door, and even that abandoned wretch of a Dobbin felt inclined to smile himself; for he was not altogether unconscious of the state of affairs: George having often bantered him gracefully and said, "Hang it, Will, why don't you take old Jane?
Gradgrind was extremely discomfited
by this unexpected question.
The artistic taste of some unknown hatter had furnished him with a hatband of wholesale capacity which was fluted behind, from the crown of his hat to the brim, and terminated in a black bunch, from which the imagination shrunk discomfited
and the reason revolted.
Medlock looked rather discomfited
by her apparent indifference, but, after taking a breath, she went on.
As we had arranged to say nothing at first, my aunt was not a little discomfited
. She darted a hopeful glance at me, when I said
``Rebecca, in those lists shalt thou produce thy champion; and if thou failest to do so, or if thy champion shall be discomfited
by the judgment of God, thou shalt then die the death of a sorceress, according to doom.
The fall of the Sheriff discomfited
his followers for the moment, and Robin's men took this chance to speed on up the hill.
Now he leaped up and down within the safety of his own tree, screaming taunts and boasts at the discomfited
Numa, while the boy, torn and bleeding, sought some position in his thorny retreat in which he might find the least agony.
"Talk of Scylla and Charybdis!" soliloquized the discomfited
Tom, as he wiped the perspiration from his face--"Where the d l does he think I am to find the $50,000 he wants, unless he first gives them to me?