Word: bereft
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...study French and art and music she had a wonderful time buying clothes and automobiles and giving her chaperones the slip. And she had a strong sense of curiosity. "I learned most of what has been helpful . . . from peeking or from bolder observations." When she was bereft of rouge and lipstick she learned how to get color by licking the cover of a Baedeker. And when she discovered that her family did not want her to marry a certain Italian prince she let herself be bought off with a Mercedes...
Back in London Mr. Savage, bereft of job and money, disappeared forever. Never much of a factor in his wife's accounts of their life, this good Britisher lost what remained of his identity when the former Maria Metten took to pronouncing their name as if it were French. In 1908 Chorus Master Giulio Setti offered her a place at the newly reorganized Metropolitan. She sailed on the same ship with Giulio Gatti-Casazza, says she flirted with him all the way across under the impression he was a fellow artist, "so you can imagine how I felt when...
...pretty Spanish girl, John decided to stay and listen to the nightingales. The strike over, the arresting semicolon lifted, the travellers went on, to finish their sentences in a new direction. Sadder and supposedly wiser, Julian and the jilted bride bore each other company to Corunna, brave but bereft. The Author looks like a British Richard Halliburton. An Oxonian, he once distinguished himself at rowing by upsetting the entire eight because he had stopped to look at a kingfisher. Now 26 and an advertising copywriter, he travels when he can, goes alone, stops at cheap hotels, loves Spain. Delay...
...terrible thing," said Ingleby Oddie, "for a wife to be suddenly bereft of her husband merely because he used what is now in London an out-of-date vehicle...
...back. Bereft it is true of the brass plates which once carried the presentation inscription upon the doors, stripped of its ancient aura of presidential dignity, but secure in its memories, it chuggs haughtily down Quincy Street, and draws up once more before Memorial Hall...