Mal

[mɑ:l]

Oh, qu' elle y sera mal--peu comfortable! Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
The spirits of evil bring mal adies upon us; the gods heal the diseases that afflict us. Walter Libby. An Introduction to the History of Science.
If we are fleurs du mal, we are not roses of happiness, and there you are. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
Elle est toute p?le, said he, speaking to himself; cette figure-là me fait mal. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
All the world here appears to me ill-bred (mal-élevé). Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
If it is the end, then we are of the end--fleurs du mal if you like. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .

Editor: Pasquale