That is the
best part of beauty, which a picture cannot express; no, nor the first sight of the life.
I call that the first which every one would place so, was he to divide the people; for the
best part of these are the husbandmen.
David," said he -- "for I cannae bring to mind the name of your landed estate, and so will make so bold as to call you David -- that door, being open, is the
best part of my defences.
The hot water from the Martian's overthrow drifted down- stream with me, so that for the
best part of a mile I could see little of either bank.
His appearance was greatly in his favour; he had all the
best part of beauty, a fine countenance, a good figure, and very pleasing address.
In this particular instance the mean interloper held the road for some six weeks on end, establishing his particular administrative methods over the
best part of the North Atlantic.
The tradition was broken, the Brownon estates passed into alien hands and the only Brownons remaining in that place were underground in Oak Hill Cemetery, where, indeed, was a colony of them powerful enough to resist the encroachment of surrounding tribes and hold the
best part of the grounds.
IN LINCOLN THE
BEST part of the theatrical season came late, when the good companies stopped off there for one-night stands, after their long runs in New York and Chicago.
I am sure that the
best part of it might still be; I am sure that you might be much, much worthier of yourself.
Though I had said good-bye to the inn, the stream and I did not part company at the inn-door, but continued for the
best part of a morning to be fellow-travellers.
As it is, you have wasted the
best part of my day with your confounded imagination.
It hurt her to stir up these feelings, but yet she knew that that was the
best part of her soul, and that that part of her soul would quickly be smothered in the life she was leading.
He thought of the waste of the
best part of his life, of the change it made in his character for the worse every day, of the dreadful nature of his existence, bound hand and foot, to a dead woman, and tormented by a demon in her shape.
How can a person who is constantly losing a year of the
best part of her life compete with a young man who never loses any time at all?
But the place I mean is next to the river, where one of the ridges juts out a little from the rest, and where the rocks fall, for the
best part of a thousand feet, so much up and down, that a man standing on their edges is fool enough to think he can jump from top to bottom.
