Scruples
[skru:pəlz]
Examples
- Betteredge's last-left scruples vanished at that. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- I have no such scruples, and I am sure I could put up with every unpleasantness of that kind with very little effort. Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
- Let us help each other through seasons of want and woe as well as we can, without heeding in the least the scruples of vain philosophy. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Selden continued with a smile: You see no such scruples restrained me; but then I haven't as much to risk if I incur your displeasure. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- To every gallon of juice to be filtered there is placed in the filter 2 ounces of charcoal, 2 scruples of crushed mustard seed, and 6 drachms of ground sassafras root. William K. David. Secrets of Wise Men, Chemists and Great Physicians.
- Nay, that were a shame, muttered the other fellow; and yet, when I served in the band of stout old Gandelyn, we had no such scruples of conscience. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- Perhaps he has conscientious scruples founded on his own unfitness, said Dorothea, who was interesting herself in finding a favorable explanation. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- The mention of the dinner dispelled Miss Stepney's last scruples. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- He should have respected even unreasonable scruples, had there been such; but hers were all reasonable. Jane Austen. Emma.
- Hitherto Lily had been undisturbed by scruples. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Now, as on a thousand other occasions, inexplicable nervous scruples kept her back from interfering. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- By your account, he does seem to have had some scruples. Jane Austen. Emma.
- But the disgust prevailed--all her instinctive resistances, of taste, of training, of blind inherited scruples, rose against the other feeling. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- That it is apt to be hampered by material necessities or complicated by moral scruples? Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- But now, when he has made his overtures so properly, and honourably--what are your scruples _now_? Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
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