Bowser was lost, utterly lost.
Night was coming on; he was wet, cold and hungry, and as utterly lost as ever a dog was.
Fractions were utterly forgotten—what had numerators and denominators to do with those curving bosoms of white snow—that heavenly blue—those crossed dark fir tips against the pearly skies—those ethereal woodland aisles of pearl and gold?
I am sure it would crush me utterly.
But it was utterly impossible to sleep, lying there in that engulfing bed that seemed to swallow her up, with that cloud of blackness above her and not a gleam of light anywhere—and Aunt Elizabeth lying beside her, long and stiff and bony.
The fearless little spitfire would even attack dogs and rout them utterly.
Life had now a motive utterly lacking before.
But never had he felt so utterly hopeless as now.
Do you wonder that Lightfoot thought of men as utterly heartless?
The upper story was even less inviting than the ground-floor—barer, more chill, utterly comfortless.
In the years that followed she could always return to it and say to herself: 'That day I was happy, foolishly, ignorantly, but utterly.
The thing, viewed close, was utterly impossible.
He—and she: they were utterly foreign to each other.
When the housemaid made the beds, she found in one, a bolster laid lengthwise, clad in a cap and night-gown; and when Ginevra Fanshawe's music-mistress came early, as usual, to give the morning lesson, that accomplished and promising young person, her pupil, failed utterly to be forthcoming.
She was my rival, heart and soul, though secretly, under the smoothest bearing, and utterly unknown to all save her and myself.
"Sir, don't grieve," I said; for I knew his feelings, utterly unspoken as they were.
The clean fresh print dress, and the light straw bonnet, each made and trimmed as the French workwoman alone can make and trim, so as to unite the utterly unpretending with the perfectly becoming, was the rule of costume.
something came rushing into my eyes, dimming utterly their vision, blotting from sight the schoolroom, the garden, the bright winter sun, as I remembered that never more would letters, such as she had read, come to me.
" But I utterly denied the charge: I was vexed to be suspected of a second illusion.
" I sharply turned my head away, partly because his presence utterly displeased me, and partly because I wished to shun questions: lest, in my present mood, the effort of answering should overmaster self-command.
