1 The farmer was a sad miser, and knew that his man was very simple-hearted; so he took out threepence, and gave him for every year's service a penny.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE MISER IN THE BUSH 2 He had not gone far before he met an old miser: close by them stood a tree, and on the topmost twig sat a thrush singing away most joyfully.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE MISER IN THE BUSH 3 Meanwhile the miser crept out of the bush half-naked and in a piteous plight, and began to ponder how he should take his revenge, and serve his late companion some trick.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE MISER IN THE BUSH 4 The miser began to tell his tale, and said he had been robbed of his money.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE MISER IN THE BUSH 5 But the countryman seized his fiddle, and struck up a tune, and at the first note judge, clerks, and jailer were in motion; all began capering, and no one could hold the miser.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE MISER IN THE BUSH 6 Then the countryman stopped his fiddle, and left the miser to take his place at the gallows.
Grimms' Fairy Tales By Jacob and Wilhelm GrimmContext Highlight In THE MISER IN THE BUSH 7 Then you will scarcely be glad to be alive when you've got there, for he is the veriest miser in the countryside.
8 "A miser," replied Sobakevitch.
9 Such a miser as never you could imagine.
10 However, the laws of Russian hospitality do not permit even of a miser infringing their rules; wherefore Plushkin added to the foregoing a more civil invitation to be seated.
11 At my behest the miser leaves his hoard untouched; at peace the mother sees her children play.
12 The folks call me a miser, my dear.
13 Even in his chastened frame of mind, the noble miser could give us no information which could help us, for he knew little of the private life of his nephew.
The Return of Sherlock Holmes By Arthur Conan DoyleContext Highlight In XI. THE ADVENTURE OF THE MISSING THREE-QUARTER 14 Mrs. March would not leave Beth's side, but rested in the big chair, waking often to look at, touch, and brood over her child, like a miser over some recovered treasure.
15 The canisters were almost out of her reach; I made a motion to aid her; she turned upon me as a miser might turn if any one attempted to assist him in counting his gold.