1 They are sharp thorns, but they are such comfort.
2 I looked up, and met her sharp bright glance respectfully.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 14. MY AUNT MAKES UP HER MIND ABOUT ME 3 Meeting her sharp glance, which was as sharp as ever when she asked me, I could not on that short challenge answer no, quite frankly.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 32. THE BEGINNING OF A LONG JOURNEY 4 They were not unlike birds, altogether; having a sharp, brisk, sudden manner, and a little short, spruce way of adjusting themselves, like canaries.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 41. DORA'S AUNTS 5 The staring of Mrs. Markleham during the whole narration, and the shrill, sharp interjections with which she occasionally interrupted it, defy description.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 45. MR. DICK FULFILS MY AUNT'S PREDICTIONS 6 We all sat round the fire; while the sharp boy, who I now divined had lost his breath in putting the papers out, cleared them away again, and produced the tea-things.
7 The resolute and unrelenting hatred of her tone, its cold stern sharpness, and its mastered rage, presented her before me, as if I had seen her standing in the light.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 50. Mr. PEGGOTTY'S DREAM COMES TRUE 8 There was a sharp bracing air; the ground was dry; the sea was crisp and clear; the sun was diffusing abundance of light, if not much warmth; and everything was fresh and lively.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 21. LITTLE EM'LY 9 But there I always found her, the same bright housewife; often humming her Devonshire ballads when no strange foot was coming up the stairs, and blunting the sharp boy in his official closet with melody.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 61. I AM SHOWN TWO INTERESTING PENITENTS 10 The girls had gone home, when my name burst into bloom on Traddles's door; and the sharp boy looked, all day, as if he had never heard of Sophy, shut up in a back room, glancing down from her work into a sooty little strip of garden with a pump in it.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 61. I AM SHOWN TWO INTERESTING PENITENTS 11 The man who reviews his own life, as I do mine, in going on here, from page to page, had need to have been a good man indeed, if he would be spared the sharp consciousness of many talents neglected, many opportunities wasted, many erratic and perverted feelings constantly at war within his breast, and defeating him.