Shirley
['ʃɜ:lɪ]
Definition
(n.) The bullfinch.
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Examples
- I have behaved very shamefully, very ungenerously, very ungratefully to her, said Shirley. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Shirley, you talk nonsense. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- He is coming here towards us, Shirley! Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Shirley, what fit of self-injustice is this? Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Shirley never laughed at her former governess; even the little formalities and harmless peculiarities of that lady were respectable in her eyes. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I am a blind, weak fool, and you are acute and sensible, Shirley. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Is not Shirley coming to luncheon? Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Caroline and Shirley were soon in the midst of the company. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Caroline came, expecting, as Shirley did, a lecture on not having been visible at church. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I am not crying, Shirley; or if I am, it is nothing. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Shirley asked her why she came so late. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Leave being signified by a gesture, Shirley was presently enlightened on what had happened in her absence. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I shall like to go, Shirley, again said Miss Helstone. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Shirley's expedients did not fail her. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Shirley resumed her ballad minstrelsy. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Shirley did come in with some impetuosity. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Shirley has hurt your _amour propre_. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I _do_ think myself a fool, Shirley, in some respects; I _do_ despise myself. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- No effort of Shirley's or Caroline's could efface it thence. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Shirley is not an angel; she is a woman, and she shall live with men. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- You speak my sentiments precisely, ma'am, said Shirley, and I thank you for anticipating me. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- And are not you too mateless, Shirley? Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Sir Philip Nunnely knew it; Shirley knew it; Mr. Sympson knew it. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Mr. Moore, cried Henry, make Shirley repeat some of the pieces she used to say so well by heart. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Shirley made him her pet, and he made Shirley his playmate. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Let me alone, Shirley. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- The servant announced Mr. Moore, and Shirley turned round when Mr. Moore appeared at the door. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Shirley was sanguine that the evil she wished to avert was almost escaped, that the threatened storm was passing over. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Donne happened to come into the drawing-room while Shirley, sitting on the sofa, formed the centre of a tolerably wide circle. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- You ought to be thankful, said Shirley, and not mock me. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
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