said Ralph, scowling round, and shaking his clenched hand as the faces of the two profligates
rose up before his mind; 'you shall pay for this.
The rest of Prince John's retinue consisted of the favourite leaders of his mercenary troops, some marauding barons and profligate
attendants upon the court, with several Knights Templars and Knights of St John.
What, to a drunkard, a profligate
, a selfish spendthrift, an unjust fool?
You have profited by their toil to lead a profligate
I cannot say just why I conceived that there was something unhallowed in the matter of the book; perhaps this was a tint from the reputation of the rather profligate
young man from whom my father had it.
Savage as a Red Indian, gambler and profligate
, a man without morals, whose vengeance was never glutted and who stamped on the faces of all who opposed him--oh, yes, she knew all the hard names he had been called.
My youth has not been wasted in a profligate
life; I can be truer to you and fonder of you than many a younger man.
He declared that he had been entrapped into a private marriage with a profligate
woman when he was little more than a lad.
The sunset of a fine day will generally cast an air of happy contentment on any scene; but here, at this retired farm-house, the brightest tints on the surrounding woods could not make me forget that forty hardened, profligate
men were ceasing from their daily labours, like the slaves from Africa, yet without their holy claim for compassion.
I would not be understood to suppose that the proceedings of the unhappy scapegrace, with his few profligate
companions I have here introduced, are a specimen of the common practices of society - the case is an extreme one, as I trusted none would fail to perceive; but I know that such characters do exist, and if I have warned one rash youth from following in their steps, or prevented one thoughtless girl from falling into the very natural error of my heroine, the book has not been written in vain.
Bute Crawley, numbed with midnight travelling, and warming herself at the newly crackling parlour fire, heard from Miss Briggs the intelligence of the clandestine marriage, she declared it was quite providential that she should have arrived at such a time to assist poor dear Miss Crawley in supporting the shock--that Rebecca was an artful little hussy of whom she had always had her suspicions; and that as for Rawdon Crawley, she never could account for his aunt's infatuation regarding him, and had long considered him a profligate
, lost, and abandoned being.