Seems to me she's failing right along, and that's what makes her so fretful and easy vexed.
The dangerous Calf Sound, where the vexed tide is forced to run nine hours one way and three the other, seemed like a grey ribbon, and the Chicken Rock like a tiny pencil on a vast slate.
'Is he vexed?
He did not grow vexed, though I continued silent and icy.
I complied with no good grace, and vexed, I suppose, by my reluctance, he opened a masked and dangerous battery.
Paul was so tragic, and took my defection so seriously, he deserved to be vexed.
" And the vexed, triumphant, pretty, naughty being laughed.
Indeed, egress seemed next to impossible; the drift darkened the lower panes of the casement, and, on looking out, one saw the sky and air vexed and dim, the wind and snow in angry conflict.
" But I utterly denied the charge: I was vexed to be suspected of a second illusion.
It was only when I saw him really unhappy that I felt really vexed with the fair, frail cause of his suffering.
Paul, and seeing in his vexed, fiery, and searching eye, a sort of appeal behind all its menace, my lips dropped the word "oui".
John may have been vexed or harassed.
What honest man, on being casually taken for a housebreaker, does not feel rather tickled than vexed at the mistake?
There, in that hut upon the moor, seems to lie the very centre of that problem which has vexed me so sorely.
But Peter had been sorely vexed in spirit for several days.
She was truly vexed over the letter; and yet, so contradictory a thing is the feminine heart, even at twelve years old, I think she was a little flattered by it also.
We were relieved at this, but on the whole, our adventure had not done much towards clearing up the vexed question of Peg's witchcraft.
The Story Girl sat rather sulkily in her corner; she was angry because Felicity would not let her make the rusks, and also, perhaps, a little vexed because she could not charm Great-aunt Eliza with her golden voice and story-telling gift.
" "I shall try not to be vexed when people interrupt me when I'm telling stories," wrote the Story Girl.
In the hall below Ursula saw her step-mother, looking troubled and vexed.