Literatuurvoorbeelden van 'not' in Engels taal

Smith's, a glove-shop, in King-street, Covent-garden; which (although my abode is secret to every body else) will reach the hands of —your unhappy—but that's not enough—— Your miserable CLARISSA HARLOWE.

I have charged her over and over not to correspond with one who had made such a giddy step.

It is not to her reputation, I am sure.

If you love her, therefore, write not to her.

Your sad letter came into my hands, Nancy being abroad: and I shall not show it her: for there would be no comfort for her, if she saw it, nor for me, whose delight she is—as you once was to your parents.

It has circumstances in it that would engage pity, and possibly a judgment not altogether unfavourable, were those circumstances known.

But it is my business, and shall be all my business, to repent of my failings, and not endeavour to extenuate them.

It was only to know, and that for a very particular reason, as well as for affection unbounded, if my dear Miss Howe, from whom I had not heard of a long time, were ill; as I had been told she was; and if so, how she now does.

—Or, to express myself better, and more concisely, in your own words, misfortune makes people plaintive: And to whom, if not to a friend, can the afflicted complain?

Another line from your hand would be too great a favour: but if you will be pleased to direct any servant to answer yes, or no, to that question, I will not be farther troublesome.

But say not, Jack, that she must leave us yet.

I told her it was not so serene with you.

There is not the same reason for it, replied she.

I bless God, though I have bee unhappy, as the world deems it, and once I thought more so than at present I think I ought to have done, since my calamities were to work out for me my everlasting happiness; yet have I not wilfully made any one creature so.

The stupid fellow being bid to make haste with it, and return as soon as possible, staid not until Miss Howe had it, she being at the distance of five minutes, although Mrs.

Yet, thank Heaven, I lose her not by my own fault!

Yet, thank Heaven, I lose her not by my own fault!—But 'twould be barbarous not to spare thee now.

Thy barbarous reflection, that thou losest her not by thy own fault, is never to be forgiven.

Whether it be true or not, let me be told so, and I will go abroad rejoicing and believing it, and my wishes and imaginations shall make out all the rest.

) that her death is not owing to me, I will compound for the rest.

Lorry, picking his way over the well-worn Turkey carpet, supposed Miss Manette to be, for the moment, in some adjacent room, until, having got past the two tall candles, he saw standing to receive him by the table between them and the fire, a young lady of not more than seventeen, in a riding-cloak, and still holding her straw travelling-hat by its ribbon in her hand.

As his eyes rested on a short, slight, pretty figure, a quantity of golden hair, a pair of blue eyes that met his own with an inquiring look, and a forehead with a singular capacity (remembering how young and smooth it was), of rifting and knitting itself into an expression that was not quite one of perplexity, or wonder, or alarm, or merely of a bright fixed attention, though it included all the four expressions—as his eyes rested on these things, a sudden vivid likeness passed before him, of a child whom he had held in his arms on the passage across that very Channel, one cold time, when the hail drifted heavily and the sea ran high.

“I received a letter from the Bank, sir, yesterday, informing me that some intelligence—or discovery—” “The word is not material, miss; either word will do.

” He did not begin, but, in his indecision, met her glance.

” “Am I not?

In your reception of it, don't heed me any more than if I was a speaking machine—truly, I am not much else.

” “Not of Beauvais?

If your father had not died when he did—Don't be frightened!

As I was saying—” Her look so discomposed him that he stopped, wandered, and began anew: “As I was saying; if Monsieur Manette had not died; if he had suddenly and silently disappeared; if he had been spirited away; if it had not been difficult to guess to what dreadful place, though no art could trace him; if he had an enemy in some compatriot who could exercise a privilege that I in my own time have known the boldest people afraid to speak of in a whisper, across the water there; for instance, the privilege of filling up blank forms for the consignment of any one to the oblivion of a prison for any length of time; if his wife had implored the king, the queen, the court, the clergy, for any tidings of him, and all quite in vain;—then the history of your father would have been the history of this unfortunate gentleman, the Doctor of Beauvais.

” Without directly answering to this appeal, she sat so still when he had very gently raised her, and the hands that had not ceased to clasp his wrists were so much more steady than they had been, that she communicated some reassurance to Mr.

It will be his Ghost—not him!

Certainly not,' replied Sam; ‘I was in the passage till they called me up, and then the old lady was not there.

I will not trouble the court by asking him any more questions.

‘Not I, Mr.

Pickwick; but inasmuch as our readers are far better able to form a correct estimate of that gentleman's merits and deserts, than Serjeant Snubbin could possibly be, we do not feel called upon to enter at any length into the learned gentleman's observations.

Pickwick vehemently, ‘but not one farthing of costs or damages do you ever get from me, if I spend the rest of my existence in a debtor's prison.

' ‘Not one halfpenny,' said Mr.

Pickwick firmly; ‘not one halfpenny.

Winkle had not yet sufficiently recovered the recollection of his evidence at the trial, to make any observation on any subject, so Mr.

The travellers' room at the White Horse Cellar is of course uncomfortable; it would be no travellers' room if it were not.

‘Not inside—I'll be damned if you're going inside,' said the strange man.

Gutermann-Seuss had truly, for the crisis, the putting down of his cards, a rare manner; he was perfect master of what not to say to such a personage as Mr.

“You mustn't think I'm forgetting that I'm not young.

It had not been wholly to the point, but it had been kind—which was what he most wanted.

“On matters of importance I never speak when I'm not.

“Of course, yes—that's my disadvantage: I'm not the natural, I'm so far from being the ideal match to your youth and your beauty.

” “And why not, please—when I've had you so before me?

I don't see,” she added, “why you're not right, I don't see why you're not happy, as you are.

I can not ask myself, I can not ask YOU,” she went on, “if you're really as much at liberty as your universal generosity leads you to assume.

” With which, intensely gentle, so as not to appear too much to teach him his duty, she explained.

” She had not hung upon it long, but he had quickly taken her up.

Mrs Crick did not guess, because she knew already.

” “Not Jack Dollop?

“Not he, sir.

I'd ha' married en just as she did, and if he'd said two words to me about not telling him beforehand anything whatsomdever about my first chap that I hadn't chose to tell, I'd ha' knocked him down wi' the rolling-pin—a scram little feller like he!

Not expecting this, he had put his arm lightly round her waist the moment after speaking, beneath her hanging tail of hair.

(The younger dairymaids, including Tess, breakfasted with their hair loose on Sunday mornings before building it up extra high for attending church, a style they could not adopt when milking with their heads against the cows.

A proof of her weakness lay in the very utterance of what calm strength would not have taken the trouble to formulate.

His manner was—what man's is not?

“You need not call me Flirt.

“Call me Angel, then, and not Mr Clare.

” “Angel dearest—why not?

I quickly collected some branches, but they were wet and would not burn.

In this emigration I exceedingly lamented the loss of the fire which I had obtained through accident and knew not how to reproduce it.

But I was enchanted by the appearance of the hut; here the snow and rain could not penetrate; the ground was dry; and it presented to me then as exquisite and divine a retreat as Pandæmonium appeared to the dæmons of hell after their sufferings in the lake of fire.

I greedily devoured the remnants of the shepherd's breakfast, which consisted of bread, cheese, milk, and wine; the latter, however, I did not like.

This hovel however, joined a cottage of a neat and pleasant appearance, but after my late dearly bought experience, I dared not enter it.

Yet she was meanly dressed, a coarse blue petticoat and a linen jacket being her only garb; her fair hair was plaited but not adorned: she looked patient yet sad.

“Night quickly shut in, but to my extreme wonder, I found that the cottagers had a means of prolonging light by the use of tapers, and was delighted to find that the setting of the sun did not put an end to the pleasure I experienced in watching my human neighbours.

In the evening the young girl and her companion were employed in various occupations which I did not understand; and the old man again took up the instrument which produced the divine sounds that had enchanted me in the morning.

So soon as he had finished, the youth began, not to play, but to utter sounds that were monotonous, and neither resembling the harmony of the old man's instrument nor the songs of the birds; I since found that he read aloud, but at that time I knew nothing of the science of words or letters.

” Chapter 12 “I lay on my straw, but I could not sleep.

He is not quite such an ass as I have hitherto supposed.

It was perfectly natural that I should inquire what the deuce he meant by making his appearance when I had not rung my bell.

I was resigned to see the Young Person, but I was not resigned to let the Young Person's shoes upset me.

To the student of female human nature in the lower orders, surely not.

Her shoes did not creak.

I am not strong enough to think deeply myself on any subject, but I appeal to professional men, who are.

Surely I am not expected to repeat my niece's maid's explanation of her tears, interpreted in the English of my Swiss valet?

(I am not a gentleman in London—hang the gentleman in London!

); she had been very unhappy, when Miss Halcombe had gone away again; she had not had the heart to put bit or drop between her lips till it was near bedtime, and then, when it was close on nine o'clock, she had thought she should like a cup of tea.

I am able to proceed, but not to sit up.

I have not got the ship's journal to refer to, and I cannot now call to mind the latitude and longitude.

Finding myself, for the second time, in these romantic regions, I resolved not to leave Kattiawar, without looking once more on the magnificent desolation of Somnauth.

I had not been long on the road, before I noticed that other people—by twos and threes—appeared to be travelling in the same direction as myself.

Add, that I know the language as well as I know my own, and that I am lean enough and brown enough to make it no easy matter to detect my European origin—and you will understand that I passed muster with the people readily: not as one of themselves, but as a stranger from a distant part of their own country.

How it has found its way back to its wild native land—by what accident, or by what crime, the Indians regained possession of their sacred gem, may be in your knowledge, but is not in mine.

“Not requiring either to see your message.

” “Not a bit.

” So with this the situation, to her view, would appear to have cleared had she not too quickly had one of her restless relapses.

” At this then, as if moved by his way of constantly—and more or less against his own contention—coming round to her, she showed how she could also always, and not less gently, come half way.

” Over which, for a little, she not undivertedly mused.

” The expression of her face was strange—but since when had a woman's at moments of supreme surrender not a right to be?

“Not if it satisfies you.

” He hesitated afresh, but as for amiability, not for curiosity.

She was meanwhile, though extremely apparent, not perhaps absolutely advertised; but she would not have cared if she had been—so little was it, by this time, her first occasion of facing society with a consciousness materially, with a confidence quite splendidly, enriched.

The sight of him suggested indeed that Fanny would be there, though so far as opportunity went she had not seen her.