"Now, Mopo, we shall learn who are the wizards that have brought these ills upon us," said the king, "and who are the true-hearted
it chanced that they derived a kind of security from the patriotic occupation of the main building, but the true-hearted
old gentleman never calculated about that.
"--and sweet," Arthur went on, "and pure, and self-denying, and true-hearted
, and--" he broke off hastily, as if he could not trust himself to say more on a subject so sacred and so precious.
Every day Anne loved the simple-souled, true-hearted
old sailor more and more.
But, though the gray years thrust themselves between, and made the child's figure dim in their remembrance, neither of these true-hearted three ever dreamed of giving up the search.
The inhabitants had made him king, not for the sake of any royal blood (for none was in his veins), but because Thasus was an upright, true-hearted, and courageous man, and therefore fit to rule.
To his latest hour, nevertheless, King Thasus showed his true-hearted remembrance of Europa, by ordering that a fire should always be kept burning in his palace, and a bath steaming hot, and food ready to be served up, and a bed with snow-white sheets, in case the maiden should arrive, and require immediate refreshment.
Besides, to tell truth, whilst D'Artagnan was quite disposed to adopt a subtle course against the cunning of Aramis or the vanity of Porthos, he was ashamed to equivocate with Athos, true-hearted
, open Athos.
From him dates the sympathy of all the true-hearted
amongst us for this land of liberty.
It revolves around a kind and true-hearted
delivery man who suddenly becomes wanted by the police as the prime suspect in the assassination of an influential presidential candidate.
"There are many good things about Liverpool, but the best thing about Liverpudlians is that they know and trust good hearts and true hearts and they know Paul McCar ney is probably the most true-hearted
person they have.
Another glass ceiling is budged, if not shattered, in "True-Hearted
Vixens," Mylene Moreno's sympathetic look at the difficult 1999 birthing of the Women's Professional Football League in Minneapolis.