How long do you think it'll be before he gets tired of a scrubby
room in a scrubby
I remembered her tripping briskly about the dining-room on her high heels, carrying a big trayful of dishes, glancing rather pertly at the spruce travelling men, and contemptuously at the scrubby
ones-- who were so afraid of her that they didn't dare to ask for two kinds of pie.
A forest of pale, scrubby
ferns ran down almost to the beach.
She must have been fed on nut-kernels," said the old female robber, who had a long, scrubby
beard, and bushy eyebrows that hung down over her eyes.
"To the common, to the common, sir; she has turned off there." I knew this common very well; it was for the most part very uneven ground, covered with heather and dark-green furze bushes, with here and there a scrubby
old thorn-tree; there were also open spaces of fine short grass, with ant-hills and mole-turns everywhere; the worst place I ever knew for a headlong gallop.
They walked slowly up the scrubby
avenue to the house.
A clump of scrubby
trees, such as alone grew on the peninsula, did not so much conceal the cottage from view, as seem to denote that here was some object which would fain have been, or at least ought to be, concealed.
here than where he had been the day before, and the ascending slopes supported mainly chaparral, scrubby
and dense and impossible to penetrate on horseback.
You can form no idea, sir, of the number of times he kissed quite a scrubby
little piece--in comparison--that I cut off for HIM.
"I should be very happy, aunt; but Brighton is almost by Beachey Head; and if I could get so far, I could not expect to be welcome in such a smart place as that-- poor scrubby
midshipman as I am."
He is a mild, bald, timid man with a shining head and a scrubby
clump of black hair sticking out at the back.
"In spite of a slight tendency to exaggeration, Katharine decidedly hits the mark," he said, and lying back in his chair, with his opaque contemplative eyes fixed on the ceiling, and the tips of his fingers pressed together, he depicted, first the horrors of the streets of Manchester, and then the bare, immense moors on the outskirts of the town, and then the scrubby
little house in which the girl would live, and then the professors and the miserable young students devoted to the more strenuous works of our younger dramatists, who would visit her, and how her appearance would change by degrees, and how she would fly to London, and how Katharine would have to lead her about, as one leads an eager dog on a chain, past rows of clamorous butchers' shops, poor dear creature.