Word: scrapingly
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...exaggerated. In reaching for an object, the arm will wander aimlessly. The hand, attempting to grasp something, may remain fixed in that position, and is relaxed with difficulty. In the early years the patient may learn to walk after a fashion, and the gait is quite characteristic. The toes scrape along the floor, the heels are not brought down, and the spasm of the thigh muscles forces the individual to move in a cross-legged fashion. Speech is difficult, and not infrequently profuse salivation with drooling tends to reflect against the normal mentality of the patient. On some occasions, these...
...tell him of a plate fleet soon to sail for Spain. To withhold Leach from treachery, he withholds all information as to whence the fleet will sail, insists that Leach careen the Black Swan on a certain island's beach and scrape her bottom clean for the fast fight to come. On the island trouble brews. Leach makes goat's eyes at Priscilla, would murder de Bernis but for his men, who want a lick at that Spanish treasure. When finally Leach has decided to seize de Bernis, torture his information out of him, de Bernis picks...
...from Russets, but now is ground from Baldwins. Boys at college distil it and call it applejack, but the farmers of New Hampshire keep it in a 50-gallon keg and call it cider. It does not burn like Rhum, it does not bite like Gin, it does not scrape like Scotch. It softens the rough edges, it burnishes the afterglow, and it catches a wind tossed echo of the music of the spheres. And above all it flows from a pitcher the mate to which Hawthorne has called miraculous...
...weeks of continuous painting I become hollow-eyed. . . . They tell me my work is too brutal sometimes, especially when I do forests. . . . Why should I not paint the forests as they are; is not nature often brutal? I go hunting in the Rockies in Colorado. The trees scratch me, scrape me, their roots trip me . . . and I am expected to come back and paint a park scene...
Judith, half-gypsy daughter to old "Rogue" Herries, 18th Century Cumberland squire, was a wild thing from her youth up, but she had character. Her wildness got her into many a scrape, led her to marry Georges Paris, an attractive, coldhearted, unscrupulous rascal. Character made her stick to him when he was unfaithful to her, even when the police were after him. Finally Georges went too far: he murdered a man; whereupon the man's old father murdered Georges. Judith became a governess for a while, then went back to the Herries family in Cumberland. She might have married again...