Scornful

Examples

• Whereat Miss Bella laughed a scornful little laugh and said: 'Quite enough about this, I am sure, on all sides. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• But as he sat gloating over me, I was supported by a scornful detestation of him that sealed my lips. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• Why, elevate your own servants, for a specimen, said Alfred, with a half-scornful smile. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• She was exactly the same as when they had parted, just as handsome, just as scornful, just as repressed. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• Scornful, sneering creature! Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Caliphronas laughed, and seemed in no wise offended at the scornful tone of the other. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• With a scornful self-reliance, she asked herself, What did anything matter—and went on. Charles Dickens. Hard Times.
• Then my notions wear the best, so far, said Lydgate, with a short scornful laugh. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
• The Lord never visits these parts, said the woman, bitterly, as she went nimbly forward with her work; and again the scornful smile curled her lips. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• Rebecca's eyes shot out gleams of scornful humour. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
• Now he was inspired by the example of Don Ricardo and he stood there looking both handsome and brave and he made his face scornful. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• During this long speech the Greek made neither sound nor movement, but, like a beaten hound, cowered before the lash of Justinian's scornful words. Fergus Hume. The Island of Fantasy.
• She had been often remiss, her conscience told her so; remiss, perhaps, more in thought than fact; scornful, ungracious. Jane Austen. Emma.
• His voice was brutal, scornful, cruel. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• But it was an indocile, a scornful, and a sarcastic face--the face of a man difficult to lead, and impossible to drive. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• You look raight down scornful sometimes when Mr. Donne is by. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• Doubtless I am very well,' returned Mrs Wilfer, turning her eyes upon her youngest born, with scornful fortitude. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Even her great beauty is blotted out of one's memory by her scornful ways. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• They avoided looking at me and were very scornful of a civilian my age. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.

Typist: Ruth