Michael's Square, being steeped in Cologne water, and perfumed, and dined, and introduced, and properly grounded in all the biography and politics and anecdotes
of the boudoirs.
Judging from one trifling anecdote
, I should think they must be honest.
said Stepan Arkadyevitch, and he told an anecdote
about her which set them all laughing.
He was about to favour us with a little anecdote
connected with it, when you entered.
During one of the brief calls he made, he artfully led the conversation to music, and talked away about great singers whom he had seen, fine organs he had heard, and told such charming anecdotes
that Beth found it impossible to stay in her distant corner, but crept nearer and nearer, as if fascinated.
Even for his classroom he had no platitudes, no stock of professorial anecdotes
He talked to her while he undressed, telling her anecdotes
and bits of news and gossip that he had gathered during the day.
He told them a good many humorous anecdotes
, and always forgot the nub, but they were always able to furnish it, for these yarns were of a pretty early vintage, and they had had many a rejuvenating pull at them before.
Here I discovered the roguery and ignorance of those who pretend to write anecdotes
, or secret history; who send so many kings to their graves with a cup of poison; will repeat the discourse between a prince and chief minister, where no witness was by; unlock the thoughts and cabinets of ambassadors and secretaries of state; and have the perpetual misfortune to be mistaken.
He was thought witty, thanks to his foible for relating a quantity of anecdotes
on the reign of Louis XV.
A few brief anecdotes
of his early life, and of the circumstances which first determined him to the branch of commerce of which we are treating, cannot be but interesting.
I comforted her with as many anecdotes
of that animal's roving propensities as I could recollect.
and many of its definitions, anecdotes
, phrases and so forth, had
The place they had just been in called up so many recollections, and Kate had so many anecdotes
of Madeline, and Nicholas so many anecdotes
of Frank, and each was so interested in what the other said, and both were so happy and confiding, and had so much to talk about, that it was not until they had plunged for a full half-hour into that labyrinth of streets which lies between Seven Dials and Soho, without emerging into any large thoroughfare, that Nicholas began to think it just possible they might have lost their way.
The papers revived all the old anecdotes
in which the "sun of the wolves" played a part; they recalled the influences which the ignorance of past ages ascribed to her; in short, all America was seized with selenomania, or had become moon-mad.