Jackson had helped himself to a slice of the tepid filet which the mournful butler had handed him with a look as sceptical
as his own, and had rejected the mushroom sauce after a scarcely perceptible sniff.
Whether this young girl was a human being, a fairy, or an angel, is what Gringoire, sceptical
philosopher and ironical poet that he was, could not decide at the first moment, so fascinated was he by this dazzling vision.
The year in Germany, the long stay in Paris, had prepared Philip to receive the sceptical
teaching which came to him now with such a feeling of relief.
I have observed of late that you have grown sceptical
He was clearly disposed to be sceptical
, and yet there the ruins were
Costume, at a glance, gave him a thrilling association with horses (enough to specify the hat-brim which took the slightest upward angle just to escape the suspicion of bending downwards), and nature had given him a face which by dint of Mongolian eyes, and a nose, mouth, and chin seeming to follow his hat-brim in a moderate inclination upwards, gave the effect of a subdued unchangeable sceptical
smile, of all expressions the most tyrannous over a susceptible mind, and, when accompanied by adequate silence, likely to create the reputation of an invincible understanding, an infinite fund of humor-- too dry to flow, and probably in a state of immovable crust,-- and a critical judgment which, if you could ever be fortunate enough to know it, would be
The wilder capacity of the mountains is brought out especially in a weird story of a haunted girl, an episode well illustrating the writer's more imaginative psychological power; for, in spite of its quiet general tenour, the book has its adroitly managed elements of sensation-- witness the ghost, in which the average human susceptibility to supernatural terrors takes revenge on the sceptical
I never saw him irate except when David was still sceptical
, but then he would say quite warningly "He says it is true, so it must be true.
This son was a sceptical
young professor whom the mother, an ardent believer and devoted to Father Sergius, had brought that he might talk to him.
roar went up, and a dozen men pulled out their sacks.
Harley was sceptical
, but her woman's intuition guessed aright.
The sergeant and the two policemen shied away from Kwaque; Miss Judson, with a smothered cry, clapped her two hands over her heart; and Dag Daughtry, shocked but sceptical