His appearance however was not unpleasing, in spite of his being in the opinion of Marianne and Margaret an absolute old bachelor, for he was on the wrong side of
five and thirty; but though his face was not handsome, his countenance was sensible, and his address was particularly gentlemanlike.
Rankeillor's door to claim my inheritance, like a hero in a ballad; and here was I back again, a wandering, hunted blackguard, on the wrong side of
She had told me, bit by bit, under pressure, a great deal; but a small shifty spot on the wrong side of
it all still sometimes brushed my brow like the wing of a bat; and I remember how on this occasion--for the sleeping house and the concentration alike of our danger and our watch seemed to help-- I felt the importance of giving the last jerk to the curtain.
Still, Tony, you were on the wrong side of
the post then," remonstrates Mr.
The cushions were hard and unelastic, and the cues were so crooked that in making a shot you had to allow for the curve or you would infallibly put the "English" on the wrong side of
I dare say it was my own fault; I was certainly on the wrong side of
Why, yes,' said Plornish, taking a chair, and lifting the elder child upon his knee, that he might have the moral support of speaking to a stranger over his head, 'I have been on the wrong side of
the Lock myself, and in that way we come to know Miss Dorrit.
I was some time of my partner's opinion; but after a little more serious thinking, I told him I thought it was a very great hazard for us to attempt returning to Bengal, for that we were on the wrong side of
the Straits of Malacca, and that if the alarm was given, we should be sure to be waylaid on every side--that if we should be taken, as it were, running away, we should even condemn ourselves, and there would want no more evidence to destroy us.
That's lucky for him--in fact, it's lucky for all of you, since you are all on the wrong side of
the law in this matter.
Well," said the young man, "if you're born on the wrong side of
the wall, I can't see that it's wrong to climb over it.
I made submission, being on the wrong side of
the bolts and bars; and as you were not the made man then that you are now, you were glad enough to take back a clerk who wasn't over nice, and who knew something of the trade you drove.
But where is the man to be found whose internal policy succumbs to revolution when that man is on the wrong side of