Unit 5: Part 2 Vocabulary

The scene was a plain, bare, monotonous vault of a schoolroom, and the speaker’s square forefinger emphasized his observations by underscoring every sentence with a line on the schoolmaster’s sleeve.

The speaker’s obstinate carriage, square coat, square legs, square shoulders—nay, his very neckcloth, trained to take him by the throat with an unaccommodating grasp, like a stubborn fact, as it was—all helped the emphasis.

His skin was so unwholesomely deficient in the natural tinge, that he looked as though, if he were cut, he would bleed white.

He was certain to knock the wind out of common sense, and render that unlucky adversary deaf to the call of time.

“Of course no,” said the gentleman, with an indignant look at the wrong half.

Thomas Gradgrind nodded his approbation.

Orthography, etymology, syntax, and prosody, biography, astronomy, geography, and general cosmography, the sciences of compound proportion, algebra, land-surveying and leveling, vocal music, and drawing from models, were all at the ends of his ten chilled fingers.

Orthography, etymology, syntax, and prosody, biography, astronomy, geography, and general cosmography, the sciences of compound proportion, algebra, land-surveying and leveling, vocal music, and drawing from models, were all at the ends of his ten chilled fingers.

Mashenka Pavletsky a young girl who had only just finished her studies at a boarding school, returning from a walk to the house of the Kushkins, with whom she was living as a governess, found the household in a terrible turmoil.

“Liza, you don’t know why they have been rummaging in my room?” the governess asked her.

In the capital she was as solitary as in a desert, without friends or kindred.

She felt hot all over, and was ashamed at the thought that her little secret was known to the lady of the house; all this terror, shame, resentment, brought on an attack of palpitation of the heart, which set up a throbbing in her temples, in her heart, and deep down in her stomach.

Nikolay Sergeitch pinched his moustache, as though wondering what he should say next, and went on in an ingratiating voice: “I understand, of course, but you must make allowances. You know my wife is nervous, headstrong; you mustn’t judge her too harshly.”

On four floors, visitors can see paintings, rare editions, manuscripts, original furniture and many items relating to the life of one of the most popular and beloved personalities of the Victorian age.

The agricultural setting of Andalusia provided for O'Connor not only a place to live and write, but also a landscape in which to set her fiction.

The farm complex consists of the 19th century Main House, Jack and Louise Hill's house (the home of farm workers), the cow barn, an equipment shed, the milk-processing shed, an additional smaller barn, a parking garage, a water tower, an old well house (storage), a horse stable, a pump house, several small tenant houses, a small pond, and nature trails.

When you synthesize ideas and make logical connections, you combine related ideas, focusing on ways in which they reinforce or build on one another, to reach new conclusions.

Even in that obscure position, Miss Scatcherd continued to make her an object of constant notice...

The lesson had comprised part of the reign of Charles I, and there were sundry questions about tonnage and poundage, and ship-money, which most of them appeared unable to answer...

The lesson had comprised part of the reign of Charles I, and there were sundry questions about tonnage and poundage, and ship-money, which most of them appeared unable to answer...

On the evening of the day on which I had seen Miss Scatcherd flog her pupil, Burns, I wandered as usual among the forms and tables and laughing groups without a companion, yet not feeling lonely: when I passed the windows, I now and then lifted a blind and looked out; it snowed fast, a drift was already forming against the lower panes; putting my ear close to the window, I could distinguish from the gleeful tumult within, the disconsolate moan of the wind outside.

In her turn, Helen Burns asked me to explain; and I proceeded forthwith to pour out, in my way, the tale of my sufferings and resentments. Bitter and truculent when excited, I spoke as I felt, without reserve or softening.