Word: de
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...evening after the arrival of the Butterfields was the evening set apart by Mrs. De Sorosis for her weekly reception; the household in consequence was in a state of excitement. Every one had an air of pleased excitement as though something of importance were momentarily expected to take place. Mrs. Butterfield, who was still at her toilet table arranging a bit of Spanish lace about her neck, was being put to considerable anxiety in her endeavor to hide her rather prominent Adam's apple and at the same time conceal the neck of her dress which was made to wear...
...De Sorosis wore a black velvet walking suit and pearl-colored gloves. (Just here I should very much like to know why it is that women with too much figure or no figure at all invariably choose to display their ample or awkward proportions in that most indiscreet material - black velvet.) I have often thought that some of these idiosyncrasies of dress were owing to the smallness of our mirrors. We can only see the bust in the looking-glass, and the consequence is that not only women, but men, also, are apt to wear a fortune in diamonds...
...Melville is confident of finding De Long...
...stormy and inaccurate. The blue-eyed and vegetarian supporter of idealism would of times be present and gently insinuate that all these new ideas were to be found in Plato. Papers were read by the "big bugs" and discussed by the little ones, until in one winter Mrs. De Sorosis had done more to disseminate the cant terms of German metaphysics than the originators of them would have done in half a century, and today there are more twenty-five-year-old disciples of Carlyle, Hegel and Emerson, more short-haired women and long-haired men, more specimens of "Lange...
...caught in balloons and allowed to float about in the air till they collapse of their own accord. But this is evidently untrue, or Boston must have jumped from the cradle into long trousers without stopping for bibs, pinafores and knee-breeches. The latter is the case, and Mrs. De Sorosis was Boston's wet-nurse. She it was who gleaned from St. Beuve's "Portraits de Femmes celibres" the secret of being fascinating without beauty, and determined to make herself a martyr in the cause of antiquated gas-bags and dyspeptic hierophants. And many is the versified heart-throb...