Wretchedly

Examples

• Whatever way it ends it must end wretchedly for me. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
• At this time, last year, you were suffering from nervous irritation, and you slept wretchedly at night. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• Let me not think you deem so wretchedly ill of my nation as your commons believe. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• I passed the night wretchedly. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
• I was wretchedly oppressed by melancholy and fatigue. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• So dull, so wretchedly dull! Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
• I understand he is going to the Duke of Devonshire's dress party, and the idea torments me wretchedly. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• You do look wretchedly white, to be sure; but that is just the heat, and we can't do without you possibly. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• When there, though looking most wretchedly, she ate more and was calmer than her sister had expected. Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
• Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind! Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.
• He was quite a young man, expensively educated and wretchedly paid, with quite a young wife and half a dozen quite young children. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• I felt wretchedly old, and worn out, and unfit for my place--and began to wonder, for the first time in my life, when it would please God to take me. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• My girl was in wretchedly low spirits about the changed state of things in the house. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• He had doubts whether reference to any individual capital, or fortune, might not seem a wretchedly retail affair to so wholesale a dealer. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• You looked wretchedly ill--and we persuaded you to have a drop of brandy and water to cheer you up a little. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• The escort were so wretchedly clothed, that they twisted straw round their bare legs, and thatched their ragged shoulders to keep the wet off. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• I slept as wretchedly as possible, and got up in a mighty bad humour to breakfast by myself the next morning. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.

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