Sweeting

Examples

• But he should take warning, sir, and use precautions too, interposed Mr. Sweeting; and I think he would if he heard what I heard the other day. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• The same causes operated in the same way with Sweeting. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Sweeting was, indeed, her own favourite. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Sweeting and Donne)--unless Davy Sweeting or Joseph Donne prefers going. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• What has Sweeting? Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Here he comes, with his lady on his arm--the most splendid and the weightiest woman in Yorkshire--Mrs. Sweeting, formerly Miss Dora Sykes. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Make way for Mr. Sweeting. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• What has Mr. Sweeting besides his curacy? Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• And now, he added, I must away; for Sweeting is off to see his mother, and there are two funerals. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Hall and Sweeting, shaking hands with them cordially. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Is that what you allude to, Sweeting? Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Mr. Sweeting followed, and would have played with him; but Tartar took no notice of his caresses. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Little Sweeting, small and boyish as he was, would have been worth twenty of them. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Donne and Sweeting were quiet before you came, and would be quiet if you were gone. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• He vociferated, gesticulated; Donne and Sweeting laughed. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Then again he gave command,-- Mr. Donne to Whinbury; Mr. Sweeting to Nunnely; Mr. Malone to Briarfield. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Sweeting alone received the posy like a smart, sensible little man, as he was, putting it gallantly and nattily into his buttonhole. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Caroline, however, interposing with a mild word or two in praise of Mr Sweeting, calmed her again. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• I am almost a stranger to Mr. Moore, murmured Sweeting. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• This was Mr. Sweeting's chance for showing off. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• My mother wouldn't like it, pleaded Sweeting. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• You don't mistake me for my friend Sweeting, do you, Mr. Moore? Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Mr. Sweeting was quite a favourite with them; even Mr. Malone rather so, because he was a clergyman. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Allow me to introduce them to you: Mr. Donne, curate of Whinbury; Mr. Malone, curate of Briarfield; Mr. Sweeting, curate of Nunnely. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Mr. Sweeting is mincing the slice of roast beef on his plate, and complaining that it is very tough; Mr. Donne says the beer is flat. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Donne, staggering three paces in retreat, sent little Sweeting into the arms of old Helstone, who brought up the rear. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• You are not under petticoat government, like poor Sweeting, a man--whew! Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.

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