For, by merely seeming fond of me, and showing in her weak, futile
way that she cared for me, the little doll of a creature presently gave my return to the neighbourhood of the White Sphinx almost the feeling of coming home; and I would watch for her tiny figure of white and gold so soon as I came over the hill.
Don't show off your futile
accomplishments," said Lord Lundie.
And then they become - what you will discover when you have lived longer, Monsieur George - for the most part futile
creatures, without any sense of truth and beauty, drudges of all sorts, or else dolls to dress.
Two, and even three days, have frequently been wasted in futile
attempts to procure a sufficiency of hydrogen to fill a balloon, from which it had great tendency to escape, owing to its extreme subtlety, and its affinity for the surrounding atmosphere.
And what rankled was that these thoughts were futile
, that too much water had run under the bridge, that it was her lot in Martin's life merely to accept what was offered her.
As for talkers and futile
persons, they are commonly vain and credulous withal.
My last glance showed me the unconscious Summerlee, most futile
of sentinels, still nodding away like a queer mechanical toy in front of the smouldering fire.
March automatically put out his hand in one futile
gesture, as if to catch a falling tea-cup in a drawing-room.
and unprofitable transaction filled the knight with sadness as he leant on Mrs.
Several days had passed since her futile
journey, and Tess was afield.
George thought he had never heard such a futile
, vapid remark.
He had worked very hard, it would be too cruel if all that industry were futile
So presently she gave up the futile
effort and lay quietly, looking through half-closed lids at the faces of the man who strode easily through the tangled undergrowth with her.
Everything seemed so futile
and insignificant in comparison with the stern and solemn train of thought that weakness from loss of blood, suffering, and the nearness of death aroused in him.
Yet he battled on, striking futile
blows against great, hispid breasts he could not see; feeling thick, squat throats beneath his fingers; the drool of saliva upon his cheek, and hot, foul breath in his nostrils.