Sophia
[səʊ'fɪə] or [so'fɪr]
Examples
- Some short time after my sister Sophia's marriage she received from Lord Deerhurst, half a year of the annuity he had made her. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Now Sophia, it so chanced, was fond of a slice of mutton. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Talk of the devil, said Alvanly, as Julia and Sophia entered the room. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Deerhurst was smelling a bottle of hartshorn, which Sophia's landlady held fast to the end of his nose. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Julia told me that he was quite as much in love with Sophia as ever. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Why no,--I think--you had better--better say nothing about it, said Sophia, with ill-disguised anxiety and evident confusion. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- I inquired after Sophia, who had not been permitted to visit me because the scarlet fever was considered infectious. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Never in my life, prettily repeated Sophia in her own cuckoo-strain. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- I want to know whether my attentions to Sophia are really disagreeable; for I don't see how a man could command so many tears to flow at pleasure. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Sophia was frightened and shed tears. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Sophia appeared to dislike Lord Deerhurst of all things, and complained that he was unusually sparing of soap and water at his toilette. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Sophia has told you, said Mrs. Pocket. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- In less than an hour, I mentioned that the air of the river had given me an appetite, and Sophia, of course, had never been so hungry in all her life! Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Lord Worcester took the opportunity to give Sophia a few instructions about holding her whip and bridle. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Yes, I am very glad indeed, replied Sophia. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- It was rather wicked; his lordship declared he was not frightened for himself, but only for Sophia. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- What can be the matter with Sophia? Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Sophia and I dined there a short time ago, and--variety, you know, my dear Fred Lamb, is everything, even at fifty years of age! Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Dear me, how tiresome, said Sophia. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Sophia looked very splendid in her Opera-box since her marriage, particularly when she wore all the late Lady Berwick's diamonds and her own to boot. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- I therefore endeavoured with all my might to call Sophia out, and draw her into some kind of conversation. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Sophia reddened in evident alarm. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Little Sophia, bred in the school of nature, handled her brother rather oddly, I thought. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- So am I, said Sophia, very giddy indeed. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Oh, Sophia hates his lordship, if possible, more than ever, and declares she will not go to Brighton unless you decide to accompany Worcester there. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- He could never rest till he had made the excellent, deserving Sophia his lawful wife. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Then, said I, Sophia, my dear, if you have brought your jewels with you, pray ask Mr. Luttrell's opinion of their value. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Did you ever see such an impudent rascal, my dear Sophia? Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- One day Deerhurst insisted on my accompanying him and Sophia in his curricle, to go out of town somewhere to dinner. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- We all returned home together, but in silence, and Colonel Berkeley never afterwards sought Sophia's society. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
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