I don't wonder at Mary's not liking it.
But really, when I came to think of it, I couldn't help liking that the fellow should have a bit of hare to say grace over.
Was inheritance a question of liking or of responsibility?
When I married Humphrey I made up my mind to like sermons, and I set out by liking the end very much.
Vincy's want of liking for the Garths had been converted into something more positive, by alarm lest Fred should engage himself to this plain girl, whose parents "lived in such a small way.
But his liking for the Vicar of St.
" "I know little of either," said Lydgate; "but in general, appointments are apt to be made too much a question of personal liking.
" "There is no question of liking at present.
Vincy not liking the lowering system adopted by him), he had many patients among their connections and acquaintances.
Peter drank in all this with deep joy, and Mother seemed to have listened with some interest, for one day she gave Jim a sheet of paper on which she had written a rhyme about Parr, bringing in Paley and Wigsby by name in a most wonderful way, as well as all the reasons Jim had for not liking Parr, and Wigsby's wise opinion on the matter.
" "O, never mind about the washing," said Toad, not liking the subject.
Already had he discerned a liking towards Miss Morland in the countenance of his son; and thankful for Mr.
—You are convinced that I never meant to deceive your brother, never suspected him of liking me till this moment?
" "I am very glad to hear it indeed, and now I shall never be ashamed of liking Udolpho myself.
She could not give up believing in good and not liking evil, and it must be evil to live entirely on the proceeds of adulteries, however dead and distinguished they were.
Arbuthnot, who inspired trust and liking even in Tube officials, felt that she would be idiotic to lose the opportunity of being in Italy in the particular conditions offered, and that she and this calm-browed woman between them would certainly be able to curb the other one when she had her attacks.
She lingered there until dusk, liking the peace and calm of the little place, with its poplars whose rustle was like low, friendly speech, and its whispering grasses growing at will among the graves.
Stalling was not so sure of this and had no great liking for the task.
Besides, this was the first compliment she had ever received in her life and she found herself liking it.
But then liking and pity did not prevent them from tearing her in pieces like hungry cats when the catastrophe came.
