4th Grade Spelling Words With Definition

Early on the following morning he commenced the removal of his riches, and ere nightfall the whole of his immense wealth was safely deposited in the compartments of the secret locker.

He took Huck to a lonely place to have a talk with him.

It was a lonely place, and an hour made solemn by old traditions.

It suddenly dawned on Tom that it was become very lonely and still.

Danglars did not lose one pang that Fernand endured.

Edmond did not lose a word, but comprehended very little of what was said.

They would turn into the shrubbery walks and lose themselves until they came to the long walls.

One of these lucky beings was neighbour Hans.

Now this was lucky, because I was weakening; I was getting afraid I had come; people might know my voice and find me out.

Hans brushed his coat, wiped his face and hands, rested a while, and then drove off his cow quietly, and thought his bargain a very lucky one.

This main avenue was not more than eight or ten feet wide.

That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly.

Both fountains were going furiously and both pumps bailing with might and main.

Yes; it was not a very polite epistle from the manager of a theatre, in which both pieces were flatly refused.

The dog liked this plan very well; and accordingly so it was managed.

Then you see, my good fellow, with a cart and a couple of oxen our business can be managed.

Madame Danglars mechanically took the check, the bond, and the heap of bank-notes.

Morrel was leaning against one of these, mechanically fixing his eyes on the graves.

Debray mechanically stopped and looked at the baroness, whose face became covered with blushes.

But at the same instant the crowd of guests rushed in alarm into the principal salon as if some frightful monster had entered the apartments, quaerens quem devoret.

Before him is a dead sea that stretches in azure calm before the eye; but he who unwarily ventures within its embrace finds himself struggling with a monster that would drag him down to perdition.

The little girl put her arms around his neck.

For his neck there was room enough, but for nothing more.

She bent back one of the red leaves, and saw a brown neck.

So the king got the nickname of Grisly-beard.

By the second day they had given her a nickname which made her furious.

This nightmare occupied some ten pages of manuscript and wound up with a sermon so destructive of all hope to non-Presbyterians that it took the first prize.

She could fly into a passion without making a noise.

When we was passing by the kitchen I fell over a root and made a noise.

I went to sleep reading in bed and slept straight through all that noise.

She sought her children, but they were nowhere to be found.

She sought for him about the castle, but could find him nowhere.

As for the Theatre Francais, you know, of course, that it is nowhere.

The nurse must bring up her tea with mine.

She did not cry because her nurse had died.

I can always send the nurse out of the room and say that I want to be by myself.

She began to assist the water with a slim oatmeal diet and blister-plasters.

They had come upon a whole clump of crocuses burst into purple and orange and gold.

It was a human storm, made up of a thunder of cries, and a hail of sweetmeats, flowers, eggs, oranges, and nosegays.

These baskets contained four pyramids of most splendid fruit; there were Sicily pine-apples, pomegranates from Malaga, oranges from the Balearic Isles, peaches from France, and dates from Tunis.

"Precisely, monsieur," replied Monte Cristo with one of those smiles that a painter could never represent or a physiologist analyze.

Then the king's son wished for one, and she immediately stood before him, and was more beautiful than any painter could have painted her.

Gimme a pencil and a piece of paper.

One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked.

Tom said it was a good idea, so he took a pencil and wrote it in.

You know his tavern was all right the Saturday I went to the picnic.

The day was completed and crowned in a peculiarly satisfactory way: Becky teased her mother to appoint the next day for the long-promised and long-delayed picnic, and she consented.

There grief might freely expend itself without being disturbed by the trifling loungers who came from a picnic party to visit Pere-la-Chaise, or by lovers who make it their rendezvous.

At the door he met the commissary of police, who was waiting for him.

A carriage waited at the door, the coachman was on the box, and a police officer sat beside him.

At this instant the minister of police appeared at the door, pale, trembling, and as if ready to faint.

Well, I knowed a potato would do that before, but I had forgot it.

You could buy both potatoes and eggs and eat as many as you liked without feeling as if you were taking food out of the mouths of fourteen people.