Gruffly
['grʌfli]
Examples
- You're right for once,' replied Sikes gruffly. Charles Dickens. Oliver Twist.
- No, I don't,' replied the old woman gruffly; 'he's out o' town now. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- He is not her equal, he affirmedrather gruffly. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- I got the place, and no thanks to you for it, nor yet none to Lawyer Lightwood,' gruffly answered Riderhood. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- At the time, he had pushed her aside, and spoken gruffly; he had seen nothing but the unnecessary danger she had placed herself in. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
- I'd be out o' my misery, said the woman, gruffly, without taking her eyes from the floor. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- He replies gruffly, 'Nothing to boast on. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Odd or even, said the stranger gruffly, I tell you, not a bit on it! Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Not at all,' gruffly remarked the elder Mr. Weller. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- So she winked hard, shook her head, and said gruffly because Amy was listening, It was an abominable thing, and she doesn't deserve to be forgiven. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Being brought here,' said Riderhood, gruffly, 'I'll turn it to some use by changing my gates. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- As ugly a name as need be, Betteredge answered gruffly. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- He then gave the letter to Gurth, who shook his head gruffly, and passed it to Wamba. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- He growled out a blessing, which sounded as gruffly as a curse. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Aunt Chloe shut and corded the box, and, getting up, looked gruffly on the trader, her tears seeming suddenly turned to sparks of fire. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Or mine, said the other, gruffly. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- Stop that ar jaw o' yourn, there, said Tom, gruffly. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- George, Mr. Bagnet gruffly whispers when he does turn from the almanac at last. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Vouldn't be gen-teel to answer, till you'd done talking,' replied Sam gruffly. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
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