My master,'' answered Baldwin, ``knows how to requite scorn
, and blows with blows, as well as courtesy with courtesy, Since you disdain to accept from him any share of the ransom at which you have rated the arms of the other knights, I must leave his armour and his horse here, being well assured that he will never deign to mount the one nor wear the other.
Bad habits cling to us, however, with such persistency that I did mechanically pull out my handkerchief and begin to rub off the welcoming smudge, a thing I never would have dreamed of doing in the glorious old days; but an artful scent of violets clinging to the handkerchief brought me to my senses, and with a sudden impulse of scorn
, the fine scorn
for scent of every honest Backfisch, I rolled it up into a ball and flung it away into the bushes, where I daresay it is at this moment.
He managed to keep his eyelids down till he heard that the 'husband' was a sailor and that he, the father, was being taken straight on board ship ready to sail away from this abominable world of treacheries, and scorns
and envies and lies, away, away over the blue sea, the sure, the inaccessible, the uncontaminated and spacious refuge for wounded souls.
but could I do so by fawning upon him and caressing him when I know that he scorns
Honour, says she, this is an odious muff; it is too big for me, I can't wear it: till I can get another, you must let me have my old one again, and you may have this in the room on't--for she's a good lady, and scorns
to give a thing and take a thing, I promise you that.
The Blue Light scorns
the labour-saving arts of modern pharmacy.
During what long thankless nights had she worked out her fingers for little Georgy whilst at home with her; what buffets, scorns
, privations, poverties had she endured for father and mother
All the time his trained faculties of an excellent investigator, who scorns
no chance of information, followed the self-satisfied, disjointed loquacity of the constable.
Use him well, and he's a hearty fellow, and scorns
to have you at a disadvantage.
In his fine honest pride, he scorns
to hide One jot of his hard-weather scars; They're no disgrace, for there's much the same trace On the cheeks of our bravest tars.