Yes, I've been a conceited old ass, I can quite see that; but now I'm going to be a good Toad, and not do it any more.
"I thought you must be a humbug all along, from the conceited way you talked.
He's got clear away for the time, that's certain; and the worst of it is, he'll be so conceited with what he'll think is his cleverness that he may commit any folly.
Here and there great branches had been torn away by the sheer weight of the snow, and robins perched and hopped on them in their perky conceited way, just as if they had done it themselves.
Perhaps he's not very clever—we can't all be geniuses; and it may be that he is both boastful and conceited.
Amazingly conceited, I am sure.
They are the most conceited creatures in the world, and think themselves of so much importance!
Byron Stirling was there; from Montreal, twelve years old, conceited, clever.
Tom Sawyer stepped forward with conceited confidence and soared into the unquenchable and indestructible "Give me liberty or give me death" speech, with fine fury and frantic gesticulation, and broke down in the middle of it.
Tink was very contemptuous of the rest of the house, as indeed was perhaps inevitable, and her chamber, though beautiful, looked rather conceited, having the appearance of a nose permanently turned up.
Slightly is the most conceited of the boys.
And after Jip had gone and shown his golden collar to the conceited collie next-door, he came back and began running round the garden like a crazy thing, looking for the bones he had buried long ago, and chasing the rats out of the tool-shed; while Gub-Gub dug up the horseradish which had grown three feet high in the corner by the garden-wall.
And Jip was awfully proud of himself—though he tried hard not to look conceited.
"They're just conceited.
She should have it coming on her, for she's been too conceited.
She is so happy and proud, though not at all conceited.
"Black snails without a house--but they are so common, and so conceited.
She should have it coming on her, for she's been too conceited.
They were in fact very fine ladies, not deficient in good humour when they were pleased, nor in the power of being agreeable where they chose it; but proud and conceited.
So high and so conceited that there was no enduring him!
