At Fred's last words she felt an instantaneous pang, something like what a mother feels at the imagined sobs or cries of her naughty truant
child, which may lose itself and get harm.
Now that the exhilaration of truant
delights had died away, his conscience was beginning to give him salutary twinges.
He felt the illicit pleasure of a schoolboy playing truant
That forbidding pile was the goal of her truant
fancy, and she was sometimes taken there for a treat, as other children are taken to the theatre.
No passing boat brought the truant
back, though more than one pair of eyes looked out for the bright hair under the round hat; and sunset came, bringing no Rose but the lovely colour in the western sky.
The poet, on his side, now resolved to cast out forever from his heart and home his truant
SOCRATES: Because they require to be fastened in order to keep them, and if they are not fastened they will play truant
and run away.
We stood there, grouped about the body of the dead Grabritin, looking futilely down the river to where it made an abrupt curve to the west, a quarter of a mile below us, and was lost to sight, as though we expected to see the truant
returning to us with our precious launch--the thing that meant life or death to us in this unfriendly, savage world.
Fyne unflinching and ready for any responsibility, Fyne solemn and shrinking--the children in bed upstairs; and outside the dark fields, the shadowy contours of the land on the starry background of the universe, with the crude light of the open window like a beacon for the truant
who would never come back now; a truant
no longer but a downright fugitive.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant
Would the truant
eyes of Alston or Greenough turn, but for a time, from their gaze at the models of antiquity, to contemplate this wronged and humbled people, little would be left for such inferior artists as ourselves to delineate.
But now it had the charm for her which any broken ground, any mimic rock and ravine, have for the eyes that rest habitually on the level; especially in summer, when she could sit on a grassy hollow under the shadow of a branching ash, stooping aslant from the steep above her, and listen to the hum of insects, like tiniest bells on the garment of Silence, or see the sunlight piercing the distant boughs, as if to chase and drive home the truant
heavenly blue of the wild hyacinths.