Beauty Smith was known far and wide as the weakest of weak-kneed and snivelling cowards.
Cringing and snivelling himself before the blows or angry speech of a man, he revenged himself, in turn, upon creatures weaker than he.
I'd sooner by half, though I lose by it, see a man tear his clothes a' purpose to spile 'em before they come to me, than find him snivelling
. It's ten to one a better frame of mind, every way!'
greasehorn!"(this last term is, I believe, purely shire, and alludes to the horn of black, rancid whale-oil, usually to be seen suspended to cart-wheels, and employed for greasing the same.)
The gush of tobacco came from the shop downstairs, and the soapy arm proceeded from the body of a servant-girl, who being then and there engaged in cleaning the stars had just drawn it out of a warm pail to take in a letter, which letter she now held in her hand, proclaiming aloud with that quick perception of surnames peculiar to her class that it was for Mister Snivelling
Take service there, and leave these scoundrels of contractors and farmers-general, who steal as well with French hands as others have done with Italian hands; leave the little snivelling
king, who is going to give us another reign of Francis II.
In the yard, was the insolvent whose utmost energies were always set on getting into debt, who broke into prison with as much pains as other men have broken out of it, and who was always being cleared and complimented; while the insolvent at his elbow--a mere little, snivelling
, striving tradesman, half dead of anxious efforts to keep out of debt--found it a hard matter, indeed, to get a Commissioner to release him with much reproof and reproach.
'"Why, you snivelling
, wry-faced, puny villain," gasped old Lobbs, paralysed by the atrocious confession; "what do you mean by that?
Then two or three boys laughed and sneered, and a big, brutal fellow who was standing in the middle of the room picked up a slipper, and shied it at the kneeling boy, calling him a snivelling
Every woman in the house was snivelling
at the time, but I suppose it was because it was predestined that I was to write this particular lady's memoirs that I remarked her.
A HERO barman brutally bottled by speedboat killer Jack Shepherd broke his silence yesterday to brand him a "snivelling
teenage robber was told to stop "crying like a baby" when he started blubbing in court.