Ilse was growing, too, blossoming out into strange beauty and brilliance, knowing no law but her own pleasure, recognizing no authority but her own whim.
"A whim—a whim.
I suppose Monsieur did not see her, or he had taken a whim that he would not notice her, for he was as capricious as women are said to be; then his "lunettes" (he had got another pair) served him as an excuse for all sorts of little oversights and shortcomings.
So far from being your way, it is only your whim!
" Really that little man was dreadful: a mere sprite of caprice and, ubiquity: one never knew either his whim or his whereabout.
However, this is just his whim, and I will not contradict him; he shall be humoured: his angel shall be an angel.
" "A woman's whim, Dr.
" "An idle whim, I fear, sir," was my answer; "or else an idle whim is going to spirit me away.
But he did not suspect that an incident would come to his aid and change into an act of humanity that which was at first only a doubtful whim.
"He would indulge his every whim.
It was by no means the Earl's habit to attend church, but he chose to appear on this first Sunday—it was his whim to present himself in the huge family pew, with Fauntleroy at his side.
) "The fact is, it's about a whim of old Featherstone's.
It was not strange that he should so heartlessly have betrayed his friends' confidence, nor that he hesitated not at all to gratify a whim at the cost of another's misery.
MacAndrew continued: "If it's just a whim, he'll get over it.
What if she, Marilla, should indulge Matthew's unaccountable whim and let her stay?
That was Matthew's way—take a whim into his head and cling to it with the most amazing silent persistency—a persistency ten times more potent and effectual in its very silence than if he had talked it out.
The little waterfall that came down on the high bank not far away would, by some whim of the wildwood gods, begin to look like a wonderful white woman beckoning through the spicy, fragrant evergreens.
You never exactly knew whether there would be a real meal or just a make-believe, it all depended upon Peter's whim: he could eat, really eat, if it was part of a game, but he could not stodge just to feel stodgy, which is what most children like better than anything else; the next best thing being to talk about it.
Murderers disguise themselves as friends, members teleport back in time, and even laws of physics are transcended on a whim.
Don't destroy it on a whim.
