Handsomest
[hæns(ə)m]
Examples
- You said she was the handsomest. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- His face was very handsome--the handsomest, thought D'Arnot, that he had ever seen. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- I wonder which she will think the handsomest, Henry or John? Jane Austen. Emma.
- He brought with him, one day, a young man, whom I thought the handsomest I had ever seen. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- And again, If she ben't one o' th' handsomest, she's noan faal and varry good-natured; and i' his een she's fair beautiful, onybody may see that. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Seen from the anchorage or from a mile or so up the Bosporus, it is by far the handsomest city we have seen. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- The Duke thinks her the handsomest girl in the room. Edith Wharton. The Age of Innocence.
- And he, the very handsomest man that ever was, and a man that every body looks up to, quite like Mr. Knightley! Jane Austen. Emma.
- I would have had the handsomest carriage in London, and a box at the opera; and I would have been presented next season. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Mrs. Orby Hunter says you are the handsomest woman in the house. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- He is one of the handsomest, most sensible, and distinguished looking young noblemen in Europe, Meyler replied. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- Arrived at that grand destination, Fanny singled out the handsomest house, and knocking at the door, inquired for Mrs Merdle. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- She had described Mrs. Fairlie (in writing to me) as plain-looking, and as having entrapped the handsomest man in England into marrying her. Wilkie Collins. The Woman in White.
- The name of the handsomest was Brown; I have forgotten the other. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- He was the handsomest child ever seen. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Lord Ponsonby, who is supposed to be the handsomest man in England: but he must now be forty, if not more, replied Julia. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
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