They were sullen with unawaited dangers, and to eat them might turn a man to beast or god.
Nichols would send her daughter, a pale-faced, sullen child of seven, to the hotel.
Her tranquillity was like the sullen calm that broods over an island which has been swept by a hurricane.
Her tranquillity was like the sullen calm that broods over an island which has been swept by a hurricane.
He was never put out by Strickland's rudeness; if it was merely sullen, he appeared not to notice it; if it was aggressive, he only chuckled.
He was a young man with furtive eyes and a sullen look.
Though it was past ten o'clock at night, the sky still clung to and retained some lingering skirts of light from the departed day; and the sullen heats of the torrid afternoon broke up and rolled away at the dispersing touch of the cool fingers of the short midsummer night.
The lock yielded to her hand, and, luckily, with no sullen sound that could alarm a human being.
Barry was a woman of strong prejudices and dislikes, and her anger was of the cold, sullen sort which is always hardest to overcome.
The rain had not yet come, but the sky was dark, and Mistawis grey and sullen.
Mistawis black and sullen for a week or two, then flaming in sapphire and turquoise, lilac and rose again, laughing through the oriel, caressing its amethyst islands, rippling under winds soft as silk.
There were muttered oaths and sullen looks.
A deep peal of thunder went rolling and tumbling down the heavens and lost itself in sullen rumblings in the distance.
There was a long silence, profound and unbroken; then a deep, sullen boom came floating down out of the distance.
The converse is also true: Just picture a sullen teenager whose slouchy posture instantly conveys a sense of apathy.
He pulled up his hood and hunched over his garron, silent and sullen.
SULLEN clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the forest.
Fain would I fly the haunts of men - I seek to shun, not hate mankind; My breast requires the sullen glen, Whose gloom may suit a darken'd mind.
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deal heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the
He had lain like a Trojan behind his mattress in the gallery; he had followed every order silently, doggedly, and well; he was the oldest of our party by a score of years; and now, sullen, old, serviceable servant, it was he that was to die.
