In Tom's external situation, at this time, there was, as the world says, nothing to complain
of Little Eva's fancy for him--the instinctive gratitude and loveliness of a noble nature--had led her to petition her father that he might be her especial attendant, whenever she needed the escort of a servant, in her walks or rides; and Tom had general orders to let everything else go, and attend to Miss Eva whenever she wanted him,--orders which our readers may fancy were far from disagreeable to him.
For my part, I confess I must complain however small the ache may be; unless this rule about not complaining extends to the squires of knights-errant also.
Don Quixote could not help laughing at his squire's simplicity, and he assured him he might complain whenever and however he chose, just as he liked, for, so far, he had never read of anything to the contrary in the order of knighthood.
I came, madame, intending to complain
energetically, and to inform you that I will not submit to such behavior from the Duke of Buckingham.
There was a fixed rule that they must never hit back at meals, but should refer the matter of dispute to Wendy by raising the right arm politely and saying, "I complain
of so-and-so;" but what usually happened was that they forgot to do this or did it too much.
As it was, nobody having reason to complain of unjustly-diminished wages, nobody cared about any preferences in which profit was not involved.
He did not return the blow, or complain to the doctor; he only looked at me wickedly, and said: "I'll be even with you for that, some of these days.
The Lion said, "Well, since so huge a beast is afraid of a tiny gnat, I will no more complain
, nor wish myself dead.
It is the only way," he added, seeing that the passenger was about to complain
of the accommodations.
I should like to be less of a pet and more of a friend, if I might choose; but I won't complain of that: I am only afraid his affection loses in depth where it gains in ardour.
Arthur,' continued I, relaxing my hold of his arm, 'you don't love me half as much as I do you; and yet, if you loved me far less than you do, I would not complain, provided you loved your Maker more.
Thy graciousness and over-graciousness, is it which will not complain
and weep: and yet, O my soul, longeth thy smiling for tears, and thy trembling mouth for sobs.
I ha' not coom here, sir,' Stephen reminded him, 'to complain.
Bounderby, folding his arms, 'do you people, in a general way, complain of?
Except, which I own does not improve my state of mind, that even now you don't hear him complain