Clare

Examples

• St. Clare was stretched on a bamboo lounge in the verandah, solacing himself with a cigar. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Well, I won't go to any more of their cursed nonsense, Tom, said St. Clare; on my honor, I won't. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• St. Clare was at last willing to call in medical advice,--a thing from which he had always shrunk, because it was the admission of an unwelcome truth. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• St. Clare, how will she ever get along in the world? Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• To be sure, there isn't, said St. Clare. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• O, certainly, she will discover that, and a world of wholesome truths besides, no doubt, said St. Clare. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• It's abominable, to be sure; but St. Clare will have high life below-stairs, and they every one of them live just as they please. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• It's a different thing altogether,--of course, it is,--and yet St. Clare pretends not to see it. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• That's right, said St. Clare; put on the steam, fasten down the escape-valve, and sit on it, and see where you'll land. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• St. Clare said no more. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Now, about some things, St. Clare is really frightful--he frightens me--good-natured as he looks, in general. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• St. Clare laughed, as he went into the passage. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• St. Clare, I believe, encourages her in it. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• So do I, that's a fact, Cousin, said St. Clare. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Indeed, my dear, said St. Clare, I thought our cousin relieved you of that. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Mr. Jarndyce and Miss Clare quite well? Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• Such a housekeeper Marie St. Clare was not, nor her mother before her. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• St. Clare carried her in his arms into the parlor, and laid her on the sofa. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Well, I'm very much tempted, said St. Clare; that's just my difficulty. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• St. Clare felt his face flush crimson, but he laughed. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• The clamor and confusion of the battle drew Miss Ophelia and St. Clare both to the spot. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• When Tom ceased to speak, St. Clare reached out and took his hand, looking earnestly at him, but saying nothing. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• That isn't my affair, as I know of, said St. Clare; I am only dealing in facts of the present life. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• St. Clare took the book and glanced at the place, and began reading one of the passages which Tom had designated by the heavy marks around it. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• You have not a mother's feelings, St. Clare! Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• You never saw him, said St. Clare. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• My dear Miss Clare, I had had that kind of acquaintance with him which I have had with several gentlemen of his profession. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
• I don't mean them any disrespect, said St. Clare. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• St. Clare read on in an animated voice, till he came to the last of the verses. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• In despair, she one day appealed to St. Clare. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.

Typist: Xavier